such a chic city-dweller, that rachael.
parker is reminiscent of a disenchanted man-ballerina here, no?
it's good to have plans when you've got toddlers growing up amongst you. i thought about using an adjective before toddler. i started with unruly but then deleted it because... doesn't that go without saying? squirmy? energetic? crazy? i think toddler itself is virtually synonymous with all of the above so, we carry on. toddler does justice to itself, i think. we like (and need!) to get out. emphasis on the need part. boston! a change of scenery. so let's go. rachael was equally ready for some plans, and ones of the last minute variety are sometimes the very best, so it worked out perfectly.
we met her and her girls at the most convenient corner and strolled on over to the copley square farmer's market. i haven't yet had a good peach this summer. i bought several over a month ago while still hard and waited patiently for the ripening process that never began. i was ready! my yogurt and granola sat beckoning for the company of the perfect, juicy peach but do you know that those peaches went straight from hard to rotten? i checked! i could not have missed the window. and there's nothing quite like the perfect summer peach. i'm not even sure the perfect summer watermelon (and give it to me cold, please) matches it. so, after throwing every single one away, i thought, "to hell with you peaches." i gave up too easily, yes. but rachael talked me into buying some more at the farmer's market. they sit piled high in these cardboard boxes while the man shouts, "peaches! take one, try one! they're delicious!" well, i just ate two this morning and added one to william's oatmeal and, we'd all agree, he was telling the truth. you don't even need to rifle through them for the perfect one, they're all pretty spectacular. there's only a few left and i regret not buying a whole box.
i forgot that we first stopped at flour. rachael always has good tips on where to go for a promising bite and flour was delicious. parker and i shared a blueberry muffin (he spied the spots of gooey blueberry and could not be deterred!). i'd go back, for sure. bakeries know what they're doing. place all the doughy, buttery, glazey goods right there behind the glass for customers to gawk mouths watering. i'd like to try the french toast, and a chocolate croissant next time.
the kids played around copley square, shared some blackberries, chased each other. rachael and i talked. then we walked through the gardens and, of course, stopped at the ducklings first. parker loves those ducks.