Biscuitheads

I bumped into Prof. Molten at the biscuit stand at the farmer's market this morning.  As Alene would say, the encounter was quite the 'treat,' as it involved both Molten and blacksauce biscuits (bumping into Michelle at the same place last week was also pretty nice, but don't tell her that I said that, we're engaged in a competition either for each other or other people's approval, it is not clear).

(discussing where I was going to church after my biscuit breakfast; I blanked on the address/neighborhood because my head isn't big enough to store such things)

Moi: It's just a few blocks that way.  In this pretty old building.  On the edge of nice and shady.  (pause)  Well, a lot of B'more is on the edge of nice and shady.

Molten: I was going to say.  I think my whole run here was on the edge of nice and shady.

As it tends to occur with people I've ever temporarily looked up to, Prof. Molten has recently entered a vegetarian stage.  When it came to the Band Man, Ira Glass, and Lenny, I either outgrew my role model and/or the vegetarianism was only temporary.  It's too early to tell if either will happen with Prof. Molten (OK, fairly certain her awesomeness will never cease to amaze me), but I take comfort in knowing that she still has her priorities right.

(she mentioned that the previous week, she only had time to get a pit beef sandwich for her husband but not donuts for the kids)

Moi: So you didn't even get a chance to get something you could eat?

Molten: Oh no.  I had my biscuit first.  That's non-negotiable every week.

Now that's a public health authority with her nutrition priorities in order.