Rudi went off on a bike ride this morning, leaving me to go the farmers’ market myself. This was a mistake.
I started off with the best of intentions and self-restraint, but as the morning wore on (and I got hungrier), the basket began to get heavier until finally it overflowed and I was forced to accept a bag or two, as well.
I came home with:
- blueberries (the last of the season)
- peaches
- nectarines
- two kinds of lettuce
- Red Malabar spinach
- red and orange cherry tomatoes
- a yellow tomato
- two green tomatoes (for frying)
- seconds tomatoes (for gazpacho)
- Thai eggplants
- a giant head of cabbage
- beans (they might be something closely related to a cranberry bean, but I can’t remember what kind they said they were)
- corn on the cob
- leeks (the first of the season; of course, I forgot to buy brocolli to make soup with)
- squash (five pounds — including pattypans, bicolors, dark yellows, and star-shaped ones — it got cheaper the more you bought and I figured I could make five pounds stretch to two, maybe three, weeks)
- blueberry scones
- milk
- a giant double sunflower
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