No raisin pies, but …

We decided to take Tuesday off. Or at least Tuesday morning.
I had already written and filed my weekly column. I do my best work at 5 a.m. And although I had more writing I wanted to get to and a meeting that evening, setting it all aside for a few hours was easy.
Our destination was simple. Main Street, Pittston.
We started with avocado toast at Christa Lynn’s Bakery. This, actually, was what my column was about. You can read it this weekend in Pittston Progress. I had interviewed Christa Lynn Monday afternoon and talked so much about her, and apparently her avocado toast, when I got home, that Mary Kay woke up Tuesday thinking about it.
The toast itself is fresh-baked multi-grain bread. The avocado is plentiful, and Christa Lynn drizzles honey over it. Then she adds slivered almonds and crumbled bacon. It’s spectacular. And sticky. We had to wash our hands immediately afterwards. Licking my fingers just wasn’t cutting it.
Piping hot cinnamon buns were coming out of the oven as we were beginning to leave and I couldn’t resist. We bought half-a-dozen and asked them to hold them for us while we walked down to the farmer’s market. The cinnamon buns, we decided, were for our neighbor whom we had invited to come along but said she had too many household chores.
The new Luzerne County Community College Pittston branch was open so I took Mary Kay in for a look-see. I had been given my own tour a couple of weeks ago. I’ll be teaching a public speaking class there this fall and already decided I would occasionally show up with goodies from Christa Lynn’s.
I had two goals at the farmer’s market, one a sure thing and the other iffy. The sure thing came first. Peaches from Brace’s orchard. One thing that distinguishes freshly picked peaches from those store-bought ones is the fuzz. A fresh peach has fuzz. I bought a small basketful, and also a basket of donut peaches. Those are the ones that look like little sultan hats.
The Amish bakers were there, which was a good sign, but alas they had no raisin pies. I mentioned I used to pie raisin pies from them in years past but they said they are not good sellers. I understand. I am possibly the only person on the face of the earth who loves raisin pie. My German grandmother used to make them when I was a kid.
I wasn’t going to leave the Amish bakers without buying something, so I selected a red raspberry pie. I’ve already eaten most of it myself.
Completing the scene at the farmer’s market was Eddie DeLuca playing guitar and singing. As he broke into “Norwegian Wood,” Mayor Mike Lombardo showed up. We had seen him earlier having coffee with Jimmy Zarra at Christa Lynn’s. “I’m on my way to a meeting,” he said, “but I heard a Beatles song and had to stop. I can never pass up a Beatles song.”
I know what he means.

Ed Ackerman