I’m a fairly industrious person by nature.
Yesterday morning for instance, I baked a loaf of banana bread and prepped a batch of pizza dough before I’d even left for work at 7:30. That was in addition to the usual girliness of getting ready, packing lunch and tending to the animals (plus rousing the Everyman) that I normally do every day.
Since it was Tuesday I knew there’d be a farmer’s market opportunity when I got home, and for whatever reason I had grilled pizza on my mind. This article from last week probably has something to do with it, plus the days are (slowly) getting warmer and that always makes me want to crack open the open air grill. So, I whipped up a batch of dough before departing, figuring I’d work out the fine details whilst at the market and be ready to go once I returned.
When I got to the market (which now comes equipped with it’s own website) it turned out the universe had slightly different plans. No doubt I’m usually one of the last people there since I’m coming from Mississauga during rush hour, but there was still half an hour until the market was supposed to close, but no veggies were in sight. In fact, a few of the vendors were already gone, and others were in the process of packing up to go. Just like that, visions of grilled asparagus pizza that had danced through my head went foop! I wandered around the remaining stalls somewhat dejectedly, now unsure of what to make for dinner. Then I came across the Millbank Creamery stand with it’s stacks of cheese and local Amish butter. I grabbed a pound of butter and a chunk of mozzarella cheese and decided not to abandon the pizza plan just yet. I stopped to see friendly Seth at Forbes to see if I could rustle up anything pizza-worthy, but all that was left were jars of preserves and dried nuts, seeds and berries, so I picked up a bottle of Labrador tea vinegar and carried on. Seth says Labrador tea is beguilingly spicy, so I figure this vinegar might be the salad sprinkle of choice come summer. As I headed down the path to leave, I passed The Local Cafe stand that foils me every time (since the market opened I’ve been trying to scrounge a yummy quick bread that the Everyman loves, but by the time I get there they’re always long gone). Today was no different so I kept moving, but out of the corner of my eye I spied something on the Evelyn’s Crackers table; a lone bag of red fife wheat. Eyes darting quickly around to ensure no one else had noticed it, I hied my way to the table and handed over the dough. What a wonderful and unexpected prize. I was almost upset that I’d already made pizza dough because I love red fife (really all hard flours; our standard is a hard unbleached wheat that comes flecked with it’s bran by the giant sack from Bob). With that I began the short jaunt to home and started pondering what would make a good pizza.
