Dispatches from a busy market

I left yoga with a mad craving for grilled tofu; unfortunately, you can only buy said tofu at my least favorite Whole Foods ever.While here, I: 1) excitedly came across fava beans and bought a bunch; 2) have been repeatedly amazed by the glacial pace at which everyone is moving and working; 3) just spied "calm drops" and am contemplating a purchase out of desperation.

Ribs + beans = good; Young Adult not so

Y'all, these ribs were literally finger-lickin' good. As I've said, I am not a gal who eats much pork, but these acorn-snarfing pigs do make for a delicious meal. I followed a food52 recipe for Sticky Balsamic Ribs, a marinade and glaze I now highly recommend. And, per the usual, the baked beans were fab.

If you make them, resist the temptation to decrease the amount of molasses and sugar. You want it all because it condenses into a fabulously unctuous mess of yum.

Lastly, T would like me to share with you this picture of his Delirium Tremens (beer) because it has a perfect meringue-like head. He is big into Belgian beers, in particular the tripel style, and this is a prime example. Buona notte!

PS- Young Adult, the recent Charlize Theron movie, just drove me nuts. Her character is beyond despicable. I just need to call it a day!

Friday the 13th, indeed

Today has not been a real good one. The drivers around here are out of control; I mean, seriously, their skills seem to have gone the way of our warm weather. I have had goosebumps since we returned from Italy. Naturally, just before we left (at which time we were wearing shorts), I packed away all my winter gear in a wonderful fit of organization. Since our return, then, I've been cobbling together random 3/4-length sleeve shirts and feeling kinda validated in my decision to purchase two jackets in Florence. But I refuse to wear socks in April -it's just not right, except at night,- am tired of feeling chilled, and my garden does not know what the sam hill is going on. The greens love it but many others plants are all foliage and no flowers. Not the norm. So back to the damn drivers. They're making me nuts: one guy almost plowed into me this morning just after Jack and I had picked up a carpool buddy, and not three hours later, I saw a mother and child crouching on the sidewalk, their car smashed to an incredible degree, an ambulance nearby. It gave me chills, and I desperately hope they are both OK. Verizon changed our IP address but didn't tell us that, hence the Em-i-lis shutdown beyond my control all morning. Oliver didn't nap and was raising Cain for a while. Jack is sad that the girls in his class are starting to think boys are "yucky," and really, it is hard to explain what's going on. We think my Nanny had a stroke, and Tom's grandmother was just admitted to the hospital.

I'm having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. My Mom says some days are like that, even when you're 35.