Mother’s Day weekend found us enjoying a relaxing two days filled with food this year. Big surprise, right? To be fair, it all began with a visit to Little Italy’s Mercato — more for a Saturday morning downtown than the possibility of what we might purchase. And purchase we did. The sole market bag we brought didn’t quite hold what we ended up with — most of it chosen for either dinner that night, or breakfast the next day.
We don’t often venture downtown, but when we do, we’re left questioning why we don’t go more frequently. It’s fairly quiet on the weekends, and with more and more residents occupying the high-rise condominiums, the sidewalks are dotted with dog-walkers, those who have stopped to have a latte with the morning paper, and lots of farmer’s market shoppers holding bunches of flowers and bags overflowing with weekend cooking possibilities.
In much the same way we do when traveling, we pause in front of a real estate office and scan the photos of “For Sale” properties in the area, imagining ourselves living there instead of where we currently live. It’s a pleasant pastime we’ve entertained ourselves with seemingly forever — especially in the years when we could barely afford to dream. What is it about being able to walk just about everywhere one needs to go in a day’s time? Could we actually get along with only one car? Might we adjust to living without much of what we own, trading it in for a spectacular view and convenience?
Maybe — but it’s all a game of wondering that takes second fiddle to the marvelous array of fresh offerings we sampled and purchased that day. The jacarandas were in bloom, the weather was perfect, so why not relax and enjoy the possibilities.
Pasta and a salad? Or maybe stuffed French toast.
What about all three?