Flatbreads, lavender lattes and a new villain
The sun is out, the grass is green and we’ve all agreed to stop wearing coats even though it’s still 52 degrees in the shade. I don’t pretend to have all the answers, but I know you should layer in spring.
Of course, as I’m saying this summer is kicking the front door in. We’ll be in the 90s for a couple of days. And unlike the decade, the temperature doesn’t feel as good.
But everything below will feel great. Let’s go.
Okay, this flatbread…
Over at Itri, the spring garden flatbread is a farmer’s market in your mouth. Loaded with fresh ramps (similar to a leek, but better), asparagus and creamy ricotta. It’s delicious enough you won’t even care you’re aggressively picking a ramp out of your teeth in public. You do you, baby. I’ll mind my business.
Meanwhile, the lavender latte has migrated back to Pretty Bird Coffee. It somehow captures the feeling of strolling through town in May and convincing yourself this is the year you’ll finally keep a hanging flower basket alive. It’s floral, smooth and just fancy enough. Not me holding the cup with both hands and staring thoughtfully out the window like I’m in a movie.
Produce aisle circa 1683
You’ve seen the official county seal slapped on a courthouse wall or a township truck parked crookedly outside a Wawa. But that emblem wasn’t a marketing gimmick. It was hand drawn by William Penn in 1683.
Apparently, Penn’s first impression of the New World was that it was one giant charcuterie board. He was obsessed with the local woods which he claimed produced “plums, grapes, peaches, strawberries, and chestnuts in abundance”. So he put a tree and a vine right on the seal and the rest is history…
Sounds like early PA was basically a Wegmans produce aisle, just with more mud and fewer cheese samples.
Newtown’s newest villain (not really)
Steven Singer Jewelers is bringing the best reverse psychology marketing ever to Newtown (“I Hate Steven Singer”). For years, we’ve driven past those ads wondering, “Who IS this guy and why does everyone hate him?” Turns out, they don’t. Quite the opposite, actually.
He’s one of the best in the game. So I’m gonna head over and browse some diamonds while pretending to understand what “clarity” means. Squint harder, you’ll look like an expert too.
Enjoy your Sunday, stay cool and hope the humidity doesn’t turn you into a blowball. Not to brag, but I’ll be going from staring out the window with my coffee to squinting at diamonds I can’t afford.
May your coffee give you main character energy,
Cait, From Bucks