Sunday is a glorious day. I always feel a certain quiet on Sunday. Sunday is patient. You can hear the grass grow. Even ants are on holiday. The Capitol Hill farmer's market lights me up. I love talking to all my friends. Sarah and I have been going all summer, missing only one market so far. We really know the merchants now. We're even giving them our homemade jam. I like knowing whose energy went into our food, whose intention created the lovely flavors contained within. THIS IS TRUE FOOD.