The Omnivorous Fish

I’ve been frequenting Union Square for decades now, and I’m certainly a devotee, although the budget doesn’t always allow for the gorgeousness of their wares. And it’s a schlep from East Harlem, so when other, not-so-good things are eating my life, it’s hard to devote half a day to going all the way downtown for produce. In corn/tomato/high veg season I practically kill myself with the weight of tote bags on the subway. I went the other day as a matter of fact, but nothing there called to me. Didn’t buy a thing. I’m tired of storage bin apples — just have to wait for ramps and asparagus.

I don’t mean to kvetch, it’s just that, you know, you guys have strawberries already, and we won’t see anything like that until June, probably late June, no matter what market we go to. Unless you count the cottony flavorless ones shipped in from Watsonville.

Ah well. Perhaps in June, the local ones will be all the sweeter for the wait…