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The third installment of my New York City farmer's (farmers'? farmers. farmer's's'. phahrmehrz) market-stravaganza life choice is now visible for you right here.

You should really just read it, but perhaps you are in a time crunch so here is a summary:

I whine a little bit about NYC prices, hashtag moneyproblem$, etc.

I gush a little bit about the Union Square Greenmarket, aka The Most Best Place of Ever.

I buy some rainbow carrots and heirloom tomatoes and then make a carrot, tomato and beet slaw.  

I would recommend you do at least that last thing at your leisure, but preferably right at this very moment.

Thank you very much.

unimpressive.

Zara top; Kimchi Blue shorts; Tory Burch flats ugh; Badgley Mischka bag

Things that are funny in this picture: all of the people in it, and the big bruise on my leg. Also why is my bag so full?  What am I even carrying around?  Do I need any of that crap?  These are the questions of our age.

all the dayz later.

Happy birthday, NSED.

Its been one year since I began this web log animal.

In that time, I have overshared, posted a stupid amount of selfies, made a lot of delicious food, neglected writing for days at a time and on the whole been so so happy that this is a thing I decided to do.

Thank you for hanging out and being bored and coming here to look occasionally.
Thank you for cooking food and telling me about it.
Thank you for seeing me in real life and saying things like, "I saw that shirt on your blog."
Thank you for reading.

I can't wait for new things.
I love you.  The end.

alright well then

Remember the every Sunday thing I said before?  I was lying, it seems.  Week #2 of Big Apple, Small Basket is live!  I think after this one, normalcy will begin.  Or I can hope.  I just submit the words and pictures, folks.  Anyway.  Take a look.

PS: I had a cool farmer's market/city street picture to upload, but blogger is telling me that I have reached my picture uploading capacity and I figured the rhubarb cake was more important.  Um but like I'm not downnnn with having reached capacity and also have no idea how to circumvent technology, so.  Who knows how to fix it?!  Help a lady out, yo.

dirty veggies.

OH.  I am so excited to be doing this way cool weekly column for BGSK about New York City farmer's markets!  Its called Big Apple, Small Basket, which is cheesy and wonderful and I didn't think of it.  But I do write it.  New posts come out every Sunday and detail how lost I get on my way to various produce stands, what I buy from them and what I make from it.  Admit it: you don't care at all but you're sort of curious.  Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-check it out.

gimme a migrane

Sometimes its Friday night and you're on your bed watching Diners, Drive-ins and Dives in a muscle tee while eating a goat cheese and spinach stuffed portabella mushroom.  I will not apologize and will just say in my defense that I had very little work and quite a lot of fun this week, so Grandma Kendra needs a night in.  Great ok glad we did that.

OMG You're Serrrrr Artsy, or, Will Someone Teach This Idiot How To Use A Camera?: 

an art installation by Kendra Vaculin.

Cooperative skirt; Zara tank; Marc by Marc Jacobs apple clock; Dolce Vita loafs

cool.

I’ve been wrapping many of my meals in lettuce recently, partly because bread is the antichrist in this heat, and partly because I recently bought a head of lettuce the size of my body.  I am lucky (?) enough to have Samara hair, which in addition to being frighteningly straight and dead-looking, does not respond in any way to the New York City humidity that claws at my windows, door and skin at all hours of the day and night.  So instead of spending my time fighting frizz, I sit in front of my open refrigerator for many minutes a day, brainstorming ways to feed myself lettuce.  Salad does not count.  Because I am hungry, you see.  So when I saw Joy the Baker’s recipe for BLT corn salad wraps I was like…duh.

For my feelings on bacon (spoiler alert: they are positive), see here. 

That post is really strange in light of recent events, but it is true nonetheless. 

Bacon for President, bacon for Veep, bacon bacon bacon etc.

Grilled Corn BLT Lettuce Wraps

Adapted from Joy the Baker

lettuce

1/2 cup cherry tomatoes, halved

2 ears of corn

1 ripe avocado, diced

3 slices crumbled, crispy bacon

the juice of ½ lime

1/2 tablespoon olive oil

salt and pepper

Grill the ears of corn until slightly charred on a barbeque or, as is my M.O., directly on a burner of your stove top.  Slice kernels off the cob and into a large bowl.

Add tomatoes, avocado, bacon, lime juice, olive oil, salt and pepper.  Stir to combine.  Spoon heaping spoonfuls onto leaves of lettuce, wrap into some shape that you can fit into your mouth, and consume.

Side note: guess what’s good.  Gin + grapefruit juice + agave.  Does that sounds hipster and horrible?  I’m so sorry.  Try it in the privacy of your own home where no one will laugh at you because you totally know it sounds good.

Additional side note: this was an outfit I wore the other day that I thought was cool.  Unfortunately it was 1.7 trillion degrees Fahrenheit outside so sweat was pouring down my face.  Cute right?  So I covered it up with a big cut-out of the moon.  Because that's the best way to go about this, I figure.

Ecote Dress, Pins & Needles top, Kelsi Dagger boots, vintage belt