C: Indulgence
V and I had a wonderful Saturday! Last night my two young nieces spent the night with me, the plan being to visit our local Farmer’s Market early, before the heat set in too much. I invited MIL and my mother to attend—both declined, having heard the triple-digit weather report and knowing the energy and stamina of my nieces… V, the girls and I were down there by 8:30, and the heat was rising already. We breakfasted on pastry and French toast (the girls) then perused the lovely display of fresh vegetables and fruit and the array of other goods in small booths. Mom had “ordered” some locally-grown okra and tomatoes. She likes to make this stewed okra-tomato thing ( ugh ! I have to have my okra fried or in gumbo). We found the former but discovered that there are NO local tomatoes. The story goes that the heat here has caused them to split, so vine-ripened ones had to be trucked in. Mom had to make do with tomatoes from the next st...