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magidSmall box, some fruit.
And a dozen eggs. Happily, my getting home late tonight didn't mean frozen spinach. They're starting to offer organic cheese from Neighborly Farm in VT; it's too much to hope for that they'd be kosher.
I really can't complain, though, given that my cheddar-holic tendencies have been quite indulged recently. I have four (count 'em: four!) kinds of cheddar just now: Cabot's kosher sharp cheddar (with holographic hechsher!), Tillamook's kosher medium cheddar, Joseph Farms' "cheddar longhorn cheese" (which is "California natural," whatever that means), and tonight's Butcherie find, Royal George kosher mild cheddar ("handcrafted with milk from grass-fed cows"; also, cholov yisroel, though a link to the manufacturer didn't turn up in any preliminary Google searches, and I'm not going to spend more time on it now).
In addition to a recent chocolate tasting opportunity (ah, the glories of 70% dark, and the indulgence of many flavors afterward!), I was gifted with some lovely chocolate bonbons by Max Brenner. I'm totally amused that the ribbon around the box has "chocolate by the bald man" running along one side.
Monday nights are my role-playing nights, so I always need to make something in a hurry if I don't have portable leftovers. This week I made pasta shells and added half of the baked winter squash left from Shabbat, sauteed onions and red chard (that I'd found after buying spinach for the soup. Ooops.), black pepper, nutmeg, cumin, and cayenne, plus some of two cheddars. Weird, but good.
edit 2300: I got home later than planned because I couldn't bring myself to stand around waiting for a bus that would come in n minutes, for some value of n between 1 and, perhaps, 30. Moving is much better than standing around in the cold. So I started walking along the route, carrying my groceries. I realized that there was one pretty long stretch between bus stops, so of course, that's where I was passed (locals: I made it from in front of the Butcherie almost to the intersection of North Harvard and Cambridge St. in Allston). Interestingly, though only one 66 bus passed going in my direction, four passed in the opposite direction.
For future reference, it is just under an hour from the Butcherie to my house, taking the long way along North Harvard rather than the footbridge across the Pike. /edit
- a bunch of spinach
- a smallish eggplant
- six smallish zucchini
- a largeish delicata squash
- six small yams
- seven yellow onions
- two oranges
- two Satsuma tangerines
And a dozen eggs. Happily, my getting home late tonight didn't mean frozen spinach. They're starting to offer organic cheese from Neighborly Farm in VT; it's too much to hope for that they'd be kosher.
I really can't complain, though, given that my cheddar-holic tendencies have been quite indulged recently. I have four (count 'em: four!) kinds of cheddar just now: Cabot's kosher sharp cheddar (with holographic hechsher!), Tillamook's kosher medium cheddar, Joseph Farms' "cheddar longhorn cheese" (which is "California natural," whatever that means), and tonight's Butcherie find, Royal George kosher mild cheddar ("handcrafted with milk from grass-fed cows"; also, cholov yisroel, though a link to the manufacturer didn't turn up in any preliminary Google searches, and I'm not going to spend more time on it now).
In addition to a recent chocolate tasting opportunity (ah, the glories of 70% dark, and the indulgence of many flavors afterward!), I was gifted with some lovely chocolate bonbons by Max Brenner. I'm totally amused that the ribbon around the box has "chocolate by the bald man" running along one side.
Monday nights are my role-playing nights, so I always need to make something in a hurry if I don't have portable leftovers. This week I made pasta shells and added half of the baked winter squash left from Shabbat, sauteed onions and red chard (that I'd found after buying spinach for the soup. Ooops.), black pepper, nutmeg, cumin, and cayenne, plus some of two cheddars. Weird, but good.
edit 2300: I got home later than planned because I couldn't bring myself to stand around waiting for a bus that would come in n minutes, for some value of n between 1 and, perhaps, 30. Moving is much better than standing around in the cold. So I started walking along the route, carrying my groceries. I realized that there was one pretty long stretch between bus stops, so of course, that's where I was passed (locals: I made it from in front of the Butcherie almost to the intersection of North Harvard and Cambridge St. in Allston). Interestingly, though only one 66 bus passed going in my direction, four passed in the opposite direction.
For future reference, it is just under an hour from the Butcherie to my house, taking the long way along North Harvard rather than the footbridge across the Pike. /edit