sneaking in a moment to write, in a cafe that smells like burnt food with music that is too loud. but they do have wireless (albeit an extremely slow connection, i actually may not be able to post this).
i am writing to tell you about a few things,
about finding a little store on 3rd street, full of fun things, paper lanterns, wooden beads, 2 dollar scarves, hand felted puppets, and brightly coloured pillows. oh, and a cat named Casper who talks. the store with no name, (the sign out front says ‘liquor store’). i love it.
about how when you move to a new place and the home you thought you would have doesn’t turn out (and there are some legal issues with the place), and you feel homeless, (this combined with so many chaotic things happening at the same time you have a deadline for a book) and every other apartment you look at doesn’t feel right (or in some cases make you feel really disheartened), then….just wait. because if you wait long enough something better than anything you could imagine shows up when you least expect it. and maybe this was what was meant to happen the whole time (even though for a while you thought you might be being punished for something, though you couldn’t imagine what.) ….we bought a house, (more on that later when it all becomes official. the hard part is that we have to wait until october to move!)
about how I went shopping for dinner yesterday in little italy, in an ancient looking shop, the sign out front said “organic joe’s” which got my attention. a nice old italian man with a thick new york accent sold me organic tomato sauce, made with a recipe created by his great grandfather “joe”. I peeked into the back room which was a large old fashioned kitchen complete with the massive pot on the stove for used making large batches of the precious red stuff. what a find.
what I’m learning about this town is that from a culinary perspective I am having to find “sources” for different items which makes for a more interesting shopping experience (though certainly more work). produce from the farmers market on saturday, daily items from the health food store on 4th, italian items from little italy, random produce from a couple little fruit vendors on broadway. I do prefer buying things close to the source and local if possible. I have been overjoyed with the local corn here, (the best I’ve had in years, it is one of my favourite foods by far!)
if you have any tips on secret local culinary gems in this area (we are a 20 minute drive from the Berkshires!), please post them here.
oh yes, and a lovely movie that we watched last night called the road home. i want to watch it over and over. it includes scenes of cooking, weaving using an old loom, a girl with braids, paper windows with cut out designs, and a love story. all my favourite things.