Every year, the village that I live in hosts a weekend long village-wide garage sale followed by a "junk" pick-up day the following Monday.
Now I am not normally a garage-saler - I feel like I fight the battle of keeping 'stuff" from accumulating (not always successfully) on a day-in, day-out basis. Garage sales seem counter to my goal of minimizing. I avoid them like the plague. (Although, on rare occasions, I do enjoy a good flea market or antique mall).
Since I don't normally host a garage sale or go to them, I get to spend the day sitting on the front porch doing the next best thing.
This is totally the best people watching experience. Ever.
It starts about 7 AM on Saturday morning.
That's when The Collectors come out. These are the serious "salers" - looking for something very specific. They have a list of items they are looking for. They will come in and do a quick scan and if you have what they want, they start to barter. If not, off they go on their merry way.
Around 9:00 or so, the next wave comes in - these are the "Serious Salers". Garage sales are what they "do" for fun. They come in with their pull carts and reusable tote bags and will take a look at everything. Personally, I enjoy this group the most. For them the process seems to be just as much fun as the end result.
As morning turns into afternoon, the "Casuals" come in. This group tends to be a little more relaxed - out to enjoy the afternoon. If they find something they like - great. If not, no worries. Families, couples, friends. You name it, they come out. Sunday morning and early afternoon are pretty much a repeat of Saturday afternoon - mostly the Casual. The pace is leisurely.
And then. And then. It's Sunday afternoon.
As people wrap up their garage sales, they decide what to save for the next year, what to donate and what items that they are going to leave to the hands of fate and place on the curb. Of course, by Sunday afternoon, it isn't just the people who held garage sales who start shedding their "stuff".
Everyone knows that this is THE DAY to clean house. If you want to get rid of it, put it to the curb.
Once the junk starts going to the curb, the cars start trolling the neighborhood and "The Reapers" come out. The telltale mark of The Reaper is the slow moving vehicle - often going at a pace of 5-10 miles an hour. Sometimes they will have a "scout" with them who gets out of the car to rummage through whatever is on the curb.
The Scout will yell back to The Reaper the contents and The Reaper will tell The Scout whether to grab anything or leave it behind. All this happens while the owners of the "stuff" are sitting on the front porch watching. The Reapers may or may not acknowledge the people whose stuff they are taking. Which is okay. I love how resourceful people can be and I also love that someone else may be able to re purpose something that no longer has value to me.
There are two things that drive me nuts about the whole deal: 1) when people that go through everything and scatter the contents across the edge of my driveway and 2) when people that look through the stuff and complain about what's there. Uh, it's junk. Lower your expectations and mind your manners.
Because, if we don't have what you're looking for, you could say that we have "naan of this and naan of that".
Yeah, I went there...
Maggie of Always Add More Butter and Phyl of Of Cabbages & King Cakes were this week's hosts. The recipe will be posted on their site.
The dough for this was fairly easy to work with. Since I knew that this was being served with a lentil salad, I added a tablespoon of za'atar to complement the flavors in the salad. In lieu of cumin, I sprinkled charnushka on top of breads.
The naan made a nice platform for getting lentils to my mouth...
Hey, it may not be pretty; but it works :-)
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