Dear Brain

Dear Brain,

The lyrics for Eye Of The Tiger are of absolutely no use to me (as well as the lyrics to most of the 80's songs ever made) and since you seem to be having issues needing to discard important information (like where I parked my car at Target the other day) due (you say) to lack of space. May I suggest that we ditch the lyrics first? You can keep some of the really good ones like Icehouse but PLEASE check the lane next to you before belting them out at stop lights. O.K.?

Simple things. I think I'm being reasonable.

But thanks for getting me motivated to go to the Farmer's Market yesterday, Brain. It was raining, sure, but I felt glad that I had made the effort when I pulled up and saw all the vendors there huddled under their tents. If they made the effort to show up I'm glad a few of us customers did too. It just shows that some of us are really committed to this farmers market idea. It may be small, but I can get at least half of my weekly groceries there, and everything tastes SO good. To bad the bread lady wasn't there. I missed her cinnamon rolls! I dont know how B will make it through the week without the pesto from the pesto lady. I guess we'll manage somehow. I crave the fresh stuff now. Funny how little time it takes for you to clamp on to things, Brain. We've only been in the new house a month and you're already addicted to the farmer's market and the running trail.

You surprised me, Brain, when we got home from our soggy trip to get produce. I didn't know I was capable of cooking up scrambled eggs like that. I actually got eggs and potatos and toast all out on the table, hot and ready for B when he woke up. That's the kind of domestic goddess activity I have rarely attempted before. I was pleased. Its easier to want to do that when all the food is fresh and local. somehow you feel worse about abandoning it in the fridge if you know the guy who grew it I guess. Anyway, I cooked on the new stove (gas-very tricky) and nothing important caught fire or blew up so little tentacles of hope are sort of poking out in my head. Maybe I'm not fated to dine at Chipolte for the rest of my life (don't get me wrong, brain, I LOVE Chipolte!). Its a good thing I'm practicing this self sufficient cooking thing with all the rain we're having we're going to be an island in no time!