Ever since I noticed that Chinatown Express is a short walk from
Arthur Street, I've been wanting to buy hot and sour soup "to go" and
eat it in the park.

I was finally in the right place at the right time today, and I did
it. It was a lovely day, and I found an isolated picnic table with a
fine view of the lake.

Pity the restrooms have closed for the season. The powers that be
around here have an absolute terror of frozen pipes, and shut things
down while the weather is still hot.

It wasn't hot today. I woke up thinking "at last, it's cool enough
that I can stand to wear tights instead of knickers."; tights are much
more convenient even though I've replaced all the snaggy cable guides
with electrical tape. Turned out that I wore the tights *under* my
knickers. (I think "knickers" are "plus fours" in other dialects.)

But it's still a long time until first frost.

The farmer's markets are starting to look picked over, and have only
three more Saturdays in the season. "The Farm"'s booth was still well
stocked, but I bought their last quart of cherry tomatoes. The
poblanos were beautiful, but I still have one of the poblanos I bought
last Saturday. One poblano makes stuffed pepper for two.

Yesterday I stuffed a poblano with two stuffed chicken breasts. Since
I made it in a skillet instead of the oven, I put the poblano halves
on top of the chicken instead of the other way around, and turned them
over when served.

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Joy Beeson
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