Sculpin

So, it’s the last day of the first week of One Local Summer, and I went down to the market to see what I might want to use in the way of an all-local meal. The first apricots of the season are in. I thought I’d make pasta and pesto tonight and eat those apricots tomorrow. Well, no. “I’ll just have this one,” I said to myself. And ate about a pound. And that was that. We’ll have pasta tomorrow. The week really starts on Monday, right?

Josh and I stopped at “Rolling Fire”, the wood-fired pizza stand. While we were waiting for our pizza, we wound up chatting with Mitchell(?), who’s involved with Haulin’ Colin somehow. He’d seen the big cob oven we helped finish at the UW. “It’s got all kinds of sculpture on it,” he enthused. I confessed that I’d made the feet. His eyes lit up. “I remember the feet! You did the feet?!” He brought his hands up and hooked his fingers like the oven’s front claws. I was so proud! And so relieved — I’m glad the feet hadn’t cracked and fallen off. And then proud some more!

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