There was bounty from the garden, that made for delicious coleslaw and gazpacho and raita.
I also hit up the local farmers' market for some fresh fruit.
|I love this plant and produce market that has taken over the old bike shop.|
Unfortunately, that fruit included a pint of perfect, juicy, delicious strawberries which, apparently, I am allergic to. Along with tree nuts. How the hell am I supposed to mock people with food allergies if I have them*? And how the hell am I supposed to eat strawberry ice cream which is, by the way, the best ice cream in the world, if it makes my face explode?
I am not taking this well.
|Sorry, Tyra, but this shit will not stand.|
The beach provided a much needed distraction.
|What? Doesn't everyone wear all black to the beach?|
|I spent most of Sunday like this, reading this.|
And tomorrow it's off to a wedding in Indianapolis which promises to be epic. Also, my flight home was almost out of Kalamazoo, and that is just so freaking delightful.
*I'm sorry to the people with food allergies that I mocked. I just think the word 'nut' and 'gluten' are funny.