random thoughts - Day 2,014 (Sunday) - sunshine and market

Orchestra under the pavilion.

The blue sky and sunshine were a brilliant backdrop for a Sunday Funday. The dress rehearsal for our dance performance next weekend was followed by a quick ride to Fitchburg for the Nordic Market and Classic Car Show at Saima Park. The market had vendors selling mugs and giftware, baked goods, honey and beeswax candles, tee shirts, and more under the open air pavilion. When I arrived, the FSU Community Orchestra was playing and the beautiful music wafted through the air. The on-site sauna museum and library were open for visitors. 

The day's candy yield.

The memory of packing and moving is still fresh because the unpacking isn't even finished, and I am acutely aware that I don't need any delightful framed graphics or coffee mugs with fun sayings no matter how cute they are. I bought some salmiakki, a Finnish black licorice candy that is definitely a love it or hate it item. I happen to love it, and even got a milk chocolate bar with salmiakki in it. Later, a bag of Australian black licorice was bought at Dollar General with some coffee. There may be a licorice comparison taking place.

After the market, there was a stop for gas and air in the tires. It was chilly overnight on Saturday, and all four tires needed air, as warned by the graphic on the dashboard display. It was another weird air pump, with no display setting or dinger at the 35 psi level, and I ended up overinflating three of the tires. I don't understand the Fitchburg air pumps, and boy, I miss the ones in Lowell and Dracut. 

Back at home, the rest of the roasted vegetables were heated and devoured for a late lunch. Fortified by the healthy greens, the apple peeling and slicing, butter melting, and topping mixing happened for the apple crisp assembly. 

Fresh apple crisp.

There were seven apples from Mom, which was enough for two 8-inch by 8-inch baking dishes of baked deliciousness. One was delivered straight from my oven to Mom's kitchen next door. The other dish was for my house, where two pieces of it were supper. Tomorrow, more if it might be declared breakfast because there are few, if any, stupid rules about food and time of day at my house.