I went to the farmers' market at Cadman Plaza with S. yesterday afternoon and picked up fresh spinach, sweet corn, peaches, and apples. I love a farmers' market in September: the fresh produce and the crisp air.
I brought a bottle of prosecco, red potatoes, and some fresh rosemary from my apartment. We wanted roasted chicken, but having never actually roasted a chicken ourselves, played it safe by picking up a drumstick and breast already roasted by Gristedes.
Keeping it good in Brooklyn. Peace, people.