Eastside Road, Healdsburg, August 8, 2009—
SATURDAY: MARKET DAY. That means salmon from the Fish Guy, a couple of nice small tail-section cuts — the tail's where the flavor is. Lindsey cooked them quickly on the stove, with some of Nancy's delicious broad beans on the side, and a wedge of lemon from the tree. On the patio, on a fine afternoon.Cheap Pinot grigio
lining up at the Greengrocer stall outside the movie theater
OH: and tonight we drove into town to see Julie and Julia, a sweet, funny, diverting movie. Meryl Streep's a fine Julia Child, and while I know nothing about Julie Powell, never having read her blog or the book that's been made from it, the film introduced her as an intelligent, good-hearted, devoted person. Our local movie theater was absolutely full of people; they all loved the movie.
And when we left the theater there outside was a dj playing records next to a catering station offering crab cakes and teeny panini and pieces of delicious cinnamon roll: it was Greengrocer, the shop in our nearby town of Windsor, our nearest source of Straus organic milk, and where I bought the hangar steaks and the pork chops I recently wrote about.
We go to Windsor less frequently than to Healdsburg, though it's three miles closer; partly out of custom, partly no doubt out of snobbery — Windsor's two business districts define the extremes: a car-based shopping center of Safeway, Long's, Raley's, Radio Shack; and a theme-park-like concatenation of independent shops that struggle along as best they can in spite of the silly Main-Street-USA-Disneyworld architecture the "developer" imposed on them.
Among all that, though, is Greengrocer, dedicated to us locavores. I wish them well, and plan to shop there as long as I can.
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