Since our long market day starts early, Bob is absolved from Saturday evening chores, and time is on our side. That ritual is followed by the next joy of the night, a roasted chicken dinner, and then by our once-a-week dessert. Carol up at Heather Ridge Farm patiently talked me through the procedure of nailing and strapping the remaining hives closed. As I reflect over this past weekend, I recognize how time is the most essential ingredient when producing food in a sustainable fashion. As for the martini and the roast chicken and the Saturday night desserts, there will always be next Saturday.