I remember the first time I was at a nice enough restaurant where the chef sent out an amuse-bouche (French for “it amuses the mouth”). It was such a surprising treat. The chef was giving us a tiny taste of the good stuff that was to come.
This weekend, we went to the Hyde Park Farmers’ Market. We stood in line for the impossibly good Blue Oven Bakery bread. We eyeballed fluffy pastries and artisanal popsicles. I let Henry play in the fountain with other toddlers while Leah shopped for homegrown vegetables, pastries, olive oils and other delights.
Eventually, the boy and I went down to listen to a Bluegrass quartet. They invited the little ones to come dance and many did. I looked around at all the parents as we watched the kids bob up and down to the banjo beat and every one of us was grinning. So many different people enjoying a multi-sensory experience on a crisp Sunday morning.
It all made me wonder if this little market might be an amuse-bouche of eternity. Something to amuse our Sundays. But even more, a taste of the good stuff that’s to come; streets filled with a diverse group of people eating, dancing and sharing their dream.
Photo (Flickr CC) by Cedward Brice