Easter Ham

This picture from Haven Beach was taken on a day almost as cold as it was at yesterday's Farmers Market at Mathews Court House.

Chesapeake Bay Daughter and I had a great morning selling daffodils there, despite the fact that I we didn't know what I was we were doing.

We met quite a cast of characters--literally. The vendor across from us was a member of the Screen Actors Guild who has danced with Sandra Bullock and performed in a number of western films. I'll post a picture of him and the maker of the world's finest bloody mary mix as soon as I have an opportunity to upload the photos.

Chesapeake Bay Daughter did a fabulous job of selling our daffodils. We sold our entire inventory by 11:00, and the Gazette Journal took her photo. Contributing to those overall sales was another Mathews County blogger, who had never been to the Farmers Market before, but who now vows to come back because of all the fun and frivolity that goes on there.

All in all it was a great day, up until the point I accidentally baked a piece of jewelry underneath a spiral sliced ham.

After the Farmers Market, hoping for a jump start on Easter Day preparations, I shoved two hams--and evidently an ill-fitting pinky ring--into a baking pan under tin foil for 2-3 hours at 250 degrees, before applying a maple-brown sugar glaze and subsequently jacking the heat up to 375 for another 30 minutes or so.

FYI- If Chesapeake Bay Woman ever invites you over for Easter dinner, politely decline and make mention of the fact that you've already exceeded the recommended daily allowance of silver or any other precious metal.

Happy Easter.

Farmers Market

Today Chesapeake Bay Daughter and I will be down at the Court House selling daffodils at the Farmers Market.

This is our first such adventure, but here is the preliminary game plan--from which I've been working for several days now:

1. Wake up.

2. Drive to the Court House, specifically the Court Green, and have a grand time selling daffodils.

Sounds easy, doesn't it?

Here at the 11th hour Chesapeake Bay Daughter asked me a few questions. These questions prove that she has invested a great deal more time--which is to say any time at all--thinking through this process, focusing on mission-critical details such as:

-How much will we charge for the daffodils? (insert sounds of crickets)
-Will we have a sign? (more crickets)
-What about a table? (the sound of my heart pounding)
-Do we have change in case the customers have large bills? (the sound of the blood pressure cuff bouncing from my arm off the wall)
- What time do we have to be there? (the sound of a body collapsing on the floor)

If you are one of the two people in Mathews reading this, please come down to the Court Green and help me figure out what I need to do buy some local produce. You don't have to buy our daffodils, I'm only doing this to teach Chesapeake Bay Daughter some life lessons.

As it turns out, she seems to be teaching me some as well.

p.s. Yesterday's post talked of pictures of the tombstone from the Amazon Jungle thicket near the New Point Lighthouse. However, due to a variety of distractions, not the least of which included a dead opossum (which I still swear is a hyena); another photo op courtesy of Mathews Mark (which included an unexpected black snake); and some other natural disasters up to and including being ill-prepared for the Farmers Market, I didn't have time to focus on that today.

Evidently I didn't have time to focus on the finer details of selling daffodils at a Farmers Market either.