I haven't been baking lately. As a matter of fact, I feel as if I've been avoiding it. The activity that brought me so much joy and provided a form of escape and stress release had until today gone by the wayside. I think perhaps the exhaustion that comes with my current job at Whole Foods dictates a lot of what I do, or rather don't do. It feels like such a chore to bake myself something when I could be doing other things I seem to think are more important lately. Since it's spring, and therefore a time of renewal and detox, I've been trying to re-prioritize and spend time doing things I really love. I had almost forgotten what the start of spring meant...
If you've been a longtime reader of the blog, you will probably recall my love of farmers markets. Hell, I even wrote an article about it in this issue of Chickpea Magazine. Before I moved back to Houston, and when I was still running the baking side of Sweet Miscellany, I would sell at (and by default attend) pretty much every farmers market in my little town. It became a Saturday morning ritual that required getting up at the ass crack of dawn while most other people were sound asleep. Since I was a vendor, I had the privilege of seeing what the farmers brought before any of the customers. I could spend 20 minutes on a discussion about fairytale eggplant or Santa Rosa plums and think nothing of it. I really miss those days and I especially miss that sense of community.