babka-ed.

there's a jar of plum syrup on my counter. and a chocolate babka. it's beyond exciting.

this week, i am the lucky winner from berenbaum's. each week, they send out a little tweet telling the world what is on the menu for saturday and suggest that we "like" the post. then, they choose a random person to go home with some deliciously awesome or awesomely delicious baked goods, and this week, i was chosen. i took my bike on the bus and then rode to the durham market for shopping and prize-getting and coffee-drinking. (don't tell the carrboro market, but i am pretty sure durham is my favorite.) and once i told ari (berenbaum) how i got to the market without a car, he gave me a samosa as well.

essentially, it all rocks.

more. more. more. and a poem.

i am conscious of how many eggs i eat. seriously. i try not to eat more than 3 or 4 in a week. all that cholesterol, you know? but it is hard because i am not working this summer, and it was my go-to weekend breakfast. and now every day feels like weekend. for a few more weeks, at least.

• toasted flax-wheat bread with a fried egg and gouda
• yellow plum
• okra with onion, garlic, and portuguese pepper, sauteed in olive oil
  

i love plums. i will be so sad when summer is over and so are they.

william carlos williams must have loved them, too. he wrote this poem about them.

This Is Just To Say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

baby fruit.

those are not cherries.

ray brought over baby plums from the farmers' market. i bit into one before i photographed it. but it was super.

and, i am thinking of making baby food for the goddaughter once she arrives. a challenge. i am a one-woman cooking contest here.

baby. baby. baby.