To Harvard Square today for a weekend walk. Harvard is the closest square from Inman, where we live, so the winter route to Harvard is followed by many squeaky Inman cyclists.

Went to the bookstore and found a used copy of The Square Foot Garden. I’m trying to grow an urban garden in our very shady New England back yard (18’ x 17’ — about 300 sq ft). I’m thinking potatoes. What else likes the dark?

On my way, I picked up a bottle of Kombucha tea, which tasted like my grandmother’s stewed rhubarb from her garden—delicious. I’m endeavoring to brew some myself, if I can find a baby bucha starter.

On my way back, I stopped at Savenor’s Market, which was Julia Child’s grocer and is about 3 blocks away. I’m paralyzed when I walk in there—I look a lot and buy little. Today I saw a hundred esoteric meats I’ve never cooked with or eaten: rattlesnake, duck eggs, quail eggs, black and white blood sausage, emu steak, deer, ground buffalo, duck bacon, kobe beef, rabbits, squab, yak steak. The people are extremely knowledgeable, but I feel like they should have recipes on hand.

They also have chicken breast cutlets, but you kind of have to look around for a while to find them.

I think it’s time to get past the shock of Savenor’s and dig in.