Photographs and Memories

First matter of business: Liz asked what dress I wore to the fancy NYC cocktail party I wrote about earlier... it was this one, but with black peeptoe heels instead of nude slingbacks.

Back to your regularly scheduled blogging.

This past weekend I went out to Prospect Farm for their Fall Festival. Having grown up in the suburbs for the first 24 years of my life, I think of something very different when I hear the word "farm" than the locale I arrived at. The farm is, in reality, 1/8 of an acre, a skinny strip of toxic soil on a pretty steep incline next to a quiet but obviously well-traveled thoroughfare. Not exactly ideal farming conditions, and a bit disappointing upon first glance. However, I'd already spent the money to get there (I usually avoid going anywhere other than work that I'm unable to reach on foot) so I shelled out a few bucks for the soup tasting - which is what attracted me in the first place, along with the hope of meeting a cute Brooklyn boy - and a slice of homemade zucchini bread, and started exploring.

I am SO glad I stuck around. This farm is absolutely incredible - the lot is owned by an urban studies professor who is rehabilitating the land in order to one day turn it into a productive farm. Did you know that plants such as sunflowers and mustard greens can actually leach the lead out of the soil so dramatically that in just two harvests it's possible to grow food that is safe to eat? I didn't! So basically I wandered around asking everyone with farm t-shirts on as many questions as I could possibly think up, ate some soup, and basically had an awesome time. (The soup was actually a tad disappointed, but one woman made a Spicy Cauliflower & Chorizo Soup with baked kale chips and it was SOOOOO good.)

Then I went home (swinging by the farmers' market in Union Square on the way to pick up some eggs... seriously, eggs eaten the day after they were pooped out of the chicken are phenomenal) and spent the rest of the weekend hiding from trick-or-treaters and rearranging the furniture to make room for Christmas decorations. Which are now in a pile in their designated corner, waiting for the next 26 days to fly by. Woo woo!

I hope your weekends were as awesome as mine... let me know what you got into!