Serendipitous! A page I follow on Facebook recently shared some old photos of New York City from the 70s and 80s and they're scary and amazing and incredible. Or maybe not so incredible. In certain parts of the city, at certain times late at night or in the wee morning hours, the old grittiness is still here but certainly a lot has changed.
I was born on St. Marks Place in the East Village in the early 80s, a couple blocks from Tompkins Square Park and there would just be crack vials strewn all over the place, junkies nodding off, and homeless people sleeping on the benches. My family moved out to Queens in '86; in 1988, there was a riot in the park when the police attacked the homeless people and drug addicts, as well as bystanders, photographers, and anyone trying to document the scene. These days, there are punk shows in the park every summer to mark the anniversary and...a farmer's market on Sundays.
It's smaller than Union Square, obviously, but there is still everything you need (and maybe more, meat stand.) I found that stalky green thing that I mis-spoke and called callaloo last time. It's cardoon! I figured it was only right that I buy it and figure out some way to use it to make it up to you. Callaloo IS a thing, just not this thing. It sounds pretty crazy. I will get back to you on that.
While I peruse the internet for ideas on what to do with either of the leafy things, I am cooking the eightball zucchini. Using Hannah Kaminsky's basic idea for hollowing the squash out, stuffing it, and roasting it.
The filling is leftover pinto beans, the chopped insides of the zucchini, onion, the tomato, dried dill, olive oil, and salt.