Still life with pepper and paranoia

I went to the farmers' market at Vallco Fashion Park (probably my favorite textbook example of a shortsighted branding decision) during my lunch break today for the first time. It only runs from 9am to 1pm on Fridays, so I never really would have been able to go if I wasn't working from home.

I got some tiny red bell peppers (one is pictured left, reclining on the stovetop), Japanese eggplants, a whole pint of blueberries, a portobello mushroom, a bag of fresh spinach, two white nectarines, and a pound of spectacular, sashimi-grade scallops... all for under $25. I had the portobello and some spinach for lunch, both pan-fried with a little olive oil, salt and pepper. For about an hour or so, I was super excited about this.

While I love farmers' markets and am always amazed to see the variety of stuff that is miraculously coaxed out of the ground in the Bay Area... by the middle of my blog post, the whole episode suddenly made me feel a little uncomfortable and oh-so-twenty-five-years-old and fast becoming some kind of monstrous housewife-y type ("in the morning I do my Pilates, and then I go to the farmers' market, pose and photograph an organic bell pepper, saute some vegetables, update my blog, go shopping with my girlfriends and head to yoga!").

So um, if you'll excuse me, I think I'm going to stop daydreaming about my vegetables and go back to being a results-oriented strategy professional. :-)