Opportunistic Veggies

Did I tell you that not that long ago, Mrs. Fussy and I celebrated 12 years of marriage? Well, not exactly celebrated. But we recalled the day that we were married as we sat in the dark and enjoyed some kind of modified bellini.

I say modified because it was cava and not prosecco. Plus the white peach puree was slightly sweetened and came frozen from Adventure in Food trading. Still, it’s awesome stuff. But I think the purists would not be pleased.

In the last couple of weeks, completely independent of the anniversary, I’ve been reminded time and again that I married the right woman.

My body is feeling the lack of a CSA. It is longing for those seasonal dishes. It’s even craving salad. I know, that’s a major reversal for me. But once habits form, they are difficult to break. Even questionably healthful ones.

Still, it’s good we didn’t even split a share. Getting ready for the move is completely overwhelming, and I can’t believe we’ve got less than a month left to pull it off. If I try not to think about it, I can suppress the panic.

Weekends have been busy too, mostly with family travel. So I haven’t been able to visit any of the local farmers markets. And as it turns out I’m far too preoccupied to sit down and figure out Farmie Market or Field Goods.

But there’s a light in this tunnel.

Mrs. Fussy has been swinging by a local farm stand on the way home from work. Barber’s, to be precise, and she’s been picking up just one or two things a day. Then she cooks them. And despite being mostly a tourist in the kitchen these days, they have been delicious.

The best by far, were the couldn’t-be-simpler pan sauteed peas in the pod. They were still young enough that the pods were totally edible. Especially after getting seared in the cast iron skillet with some olive oil and a little salt and pepper. Yeah, I could have eaten those babies all night.

My body is really craving vegetables.

Luckily, this week I’m not schedule to spend multiple nights out, so I may have a fighting chance of eating reasonable meals and dropping a few of the pounds that have snuck on in the past couple of weeks. That doesn’t even include the gains from this past weekend’s wedding, which included a rehearsal dinner of amazing pulled pork and a luncheon featuring rib roast cooked by a wood fire.

If it weren’t for the game sausages, bacon, the pounds of lamb, and the 22 pound turkey in my chest freezer, I might consider going vegan for this last month in town in the hope of dropping some of this weight. Or maybe I’ll start exercising and smite stress and weight gain with one blow. That second idea would be smart, but I wouldn’t hold your breath.