. . . to go by bike! And by weekend, I mean four days — in addition to my usual three-day weekend, I took an extra day to eat up some comp time.
On Thursday afternoon, after a morning making tomatillo salsa and granola, I biked to the library and then on to City Greens Farmers’ Market. On my way to the market, I was wishing for a juicy, refreshing snack — fortunately, they had grapes again — big time yum! In addition to the grapes, I filled my bike crate with eggplant (soon to be baba ganoush), sweet potatoes, and green peppers.
I started Friday with a bike trip to the dentist. I survived the little girl puking in the waiting room, only for the dental hygienist to say she thought I had a little cavity. I tried to stay calm. I’ve never had a cavity before — was my clean teeth record really about to be ruined? The dentist came in, looked at my teeth, and said there was a spot I needed to brush at a different angle, but NO cavity. I’m not celebrating too much until my next regular appointment in six months, because I heard something on NPR just the other morning about how some cavities are too small to drill, so dentists wait until the get bigger to do anything about them — maybe I just have one of those?
Anyway, I left my bike locked up behind the dentist’s office and walked to Target (I try not to shop here too much — I prefer small, local businesses, but sometimes it happens). As big box stores go, this Target is rather well designed for access by something other than car. Most of the motor vehicle parking is in a garage behind the building, so I didn’t have to walk across miles and miles of surface parking to reach the store. If I’d brought my bike, they have a nice bike rack out front. Unfortunately, I failed in my mission to obtain new bike gloves. I’ve searched high and low (starting at local bike shops) for a style I like to replace my tattered and torn pair, but I keep coming up empty.
Saturday, I planned to bike to Tower Grove Farmers’ Market, mainly for the yoga. As I brought my bike up the basement stairs, it started sprinkling, which turned into a full-on, though light, rain shower. I unloaded my bike crate, carried the bike back down the stairs, and headed upstairs for a yoga video in my nice, dry apartment. Saturday afternoon we drove out to the garden, so in the end I didn’t ride my bike at all on Saturday.
On Sunday, I biked to St. Cronan’s and Local Harvest Grocery. By this point (12:30pm), I was very hungry, so I skipped my planned third stop (Schnucks, a Missouri grocery store chain) and biked home to scavenge some leftovers for lunch. I did bike to Schnucks later in the day. My bike crate is the perfect size for carrying six bottles of wine in their handy wine carrier (all Missouri wines!) plus some other grocery items.
Our preference for food suppliers, from top down, goes something like this: our garden and the farmers’ markets, stores where we can buy items in bulk (Local Harvest Grocery, Golden Grocer, Whole Foods), and then regular grocery stores, like Schnucks. Since we only buy a few things at Schnucks, and that usually when we’re stocking up on some staple item that’s on sale, the randomness of my Schnucks trips always amuse me. Vodka and organic butter. Wine and baking powder. Six bags of brown sugar and a carton of soy milk.
And so goes a lovely fall weekend!