I went to bed awaiting a violent wake up at 7 AM and instead softly opened my eyes to noon sunlight as bright as Arizona day.
I bundled myself in cords of wool and went to the greenmarket down in Union Square and bought exactly 6 apples while juggling a broken snowboard in my left hand. I would have bought 7 but a Jonagold rolled off the scale and I couldn’t be bothered to reach around the pallet box where he keeps his scale to coax it back to the condemned pool of apples awaiting to be snapped apart. So now I have three Jonagolds and three of something that isn’t Braeburn. I can’t remember the name, but I do know it said ‘Great Flavor!’ underneath it. It is the better of the two and now I will have to search for it all over when I go next Saturday.
For lunch, I wolfed down two of these, my fingers stiff cold with the wind whipping between them. I wished then that I got pretzels instead.
