Wandering about the farmers market a few weeks ago, in that weird time of the year where you can buy both squash and tomatoes, I was in a funk. I couldn’t decide if I should be wearing a sweater or not, much less what I wanted to cook. Was it chilly or wasn’t it? Did I want potatoes? Radishes? Should I get eggs, or cheese or apples? I was half asleep and fully distracted, walking in circles with nothing in my bag to show for my efforts. I eventually found myself in front of the mushroom vendor and simply said “yes”.
STRESSCAKE 