Saturday morning we went to the Ferguson Farmer’s Market and had a good time. I returned with a stroller heavily-laden:
And here’s what we used the apples for:
A while back Yoli found a cookbook called “Great British cooking: A well-kept secret.” Last night she tried her first recipe from it: a sort of baked apple-cinnamon pudding, using the jonathan apples from the farmer’s market.
It turned out quite delicious. We ate it fresh at 2 a.m. and it was wonderful. Our second helping, reheated this afternoon in the microwave, was just as tasty (and not a bit soggy).
On Saturdays when Yoli’s not working, we like to walk around town. We start off by going to the Ferguson Farmer’s Market and picking up some veggies. A lot of times there are food/cooking demos going on, which means free samples. And there’s always good music. In this photo, Yoli’s telling me not to take the picture because I’m taking it from the wrong angle (the sun is behind them).
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Parades, markets, softball games … It’s been an eventful weekend here in the Renaud Empire.
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Yoli’s first-place berry-contest victory was mentioned on the front page of the July issue of the Ferguson Times. At long last, she gets to revel in glory.
Thankfully, they didn’t misspell either “Yolange” or “Renaud.” Unfortunately, they did transpose her names: “Renaud Yolange.”
- Walk to the Ferguson Farmer’s Market.
** Buy veggies & goat brats.
** Girls go to storytime, presented by Ferguson Municipal Library.
** Eat free Mediterranean food from demonstration.
- Check out liquidation sale at furniture store around the corner.
- Return with food from market.
- Drive up to Fiesta in Florissant.
** Look for “Bolivian” food mentioned in newspaper.
*** Fail to find any
** Look for our favorite vendor, Tango, with their Argentine empanadas.
** Watch lots of dances.
- Take girls home and lay them down for naps.
- Go to the batting cages and hit 60 pitches.
- Come home and get ready for work.
It’s a new season at the Ferguson farmer’s market, which means more chances for Yoli to enter contests.
You may recall that last year Yoli took second place in the pie contest.
This year there is no pie contest, unfortunately. In its place, the market will hold several contests for different fruits. Saturday was the first: the berry contest. Any “delicious creation” that featured berries was eligible.
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On Saturday, we finally came to possess a substance of awesome power: lard.
Yes, you read that right. Pure lard.
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Today was a jam-packed day, leading in to a jam-packed next few days.
I woke up early thinking I had an 8 a.m. appointment for a haircut. Turns out it was 9 a.m. But still, that’s pretty early for me. So I went to the barber shop while Yoli and the girls went to Aldi’s. After that, we all met up and walked over to the Ferguson Farmer’s Market where we ate a corndog, two omelettes, and a biscotti.
Then Yoli went to work and I took care of the girls. I had to do some packing. My brother Jonathan is getting married on Sunday night and Jadzia and I are going to fly down to San Antonio for the wedding. But the girls didn’t let me get as much done as I hoped.
Then a coworker called me and asked me to come to work early because she was feeling ill. So I obliged. But I was scheduled for the late shift, so I worked until 12:45 a.m. I still have some packing to do, and I know that my 6:30 a.m. wake-up call ain’t gonna be pretty.
Yoli has also had her hands full, trying to make a dress for Jadzia to wear in the wedding. She basically set out to finish the dress in two nights. All I can say is “wow.”
I used to be a morning person, back in the old days when my mom worked at the cafeteria of my school. But then came college and working late at newspapers.
So I’m definitely not looking forward to yet another even-earlier wake-up call on Monday morning after the wedding, when we drive home with my folks. It’ll probably be 3 or 4 a.m. Yikes.
It finally feels like spring.
Today I mowed the grass for the first time this year. It had become a jungle. Now it looks somewhat civilized. (I also got to bust out my new weed wacker)
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