here is my dinner today.

the salad is from our garden, the morels, raspberries and vegetables are from the market, the bread is from a bakery down the street and the wine is organic and cold from my fridge. i rode my bike all day today which made me ravenous. there is something pleasing about going around and gathering all this exquisite food, cooking it, spending hours creating it and then devouring it in solitude with no witness.

when i was buying the morels at the market, i asked the guy if they were picked or cultivated he acted like i was an idiot for asking and said "they are wild, morels can't be cultivated." i said nothing but thought, "hippie know-it-all." yes they can be, read this for example. there is something pleasing when you know that a know-it-all is wrong and you don't tell them.

on my way back from the market, i was walking through a park and found these torn up pictures. what's going on there? it looks like 3 girls -- the ladybug boob girl, the middle one with the partial eye and the one with the lips and arm. or are these 3 photos of the same girl? it looks like someone tried burning and resorted to tearing. now i wish that i had taken all of the small bits too for better collage.