From farm, to table, to my satisfied stomach
With the beginning of summer comes one of my favorite rituals… getting up on Saturday morning and after a quick workout, going for coffee and then picking out my vegetables in the open air. Anyone that knows me well knows I am certifiably crazy about farmer’s markets.
The market also brings a certain level of entertainment. I love the people who show up that are concerned about how sanitary it is to buy their veggies outdoors. You do realize that’s where they grow right? Or the comment on the fact that the bread smells oddly… good. Well that’s what happens when it comes fresh out of the oven. Or the people who are perplexed by pickles in a barrel…. I’m sorry, how do you think pickling started?
After you tune out all the unnecessary commentary, you can focus on the wonderful task at hand: picking out food. Because other than eating it, comes my second favorite thing, choosing it. I am no chef, as I’ve told you all so many times, but preparing basic things that one can enjoy is so easy when one is working with delicious ingredients that only traveled an hour to come and find you.
I wish I could tell you I show up fully prepared with a shopping list. But let’s not pretend. I’m not that put together. I show up, look around and buy everything that looks yummy and figure out what I could do with it later.
Some of my usual favs…. Potatoes for summer salads, basil for pesto making, berries while they’re in season, freshly baked ciabatta that my carb-loving self will drizzle with olive oil, cucumbers that actually have flavor, beans to pair with a sour cream dip, and pickled peppers that I oddly love to eat with hummus. And my favorite item of the bunch, tomatoes. Beautiful, perfectly ripe tomatoes that you can smell before you even slice them open.