Good thing James was here to stock the fridge with our weekly supply of yumminess.
This week from the greenmarket in Brooklyn: milk, tomatoes, potatoes, cilantro and blueberries. From the CSA: romaine lettuce, beets, summer squash, cucumbers, arugula, carrots and basil. I was so happy to come home from Massachusetts and find a big bowl of blueberries waiting for me. Not that there was a shortage of blueberries in Amherst. Massachusetts is blueberricious. Just call me Veruca Salt.
Along the long stretches of road in Amherst and its surrounding areas the landscape is dotted with organic farms and farm stands. One of the stands we stopped at collected payment based on the honor system. Seriously, they trust people to be honest and good?
Apparently in places outside of NYC people are generally honest and good. At least they chained the moneybox to the table.
From that farm stand we bought blueberries, cucumbers, and a huge zucchini! The zuc was so big we could only use half of it at dinner that night.
So I was good with the blueberries, pint after pint, everywhere I went the blueberries went. Props to Mollie, thanks for holding the blueberries out for me while I was driving. We packed some for every adventure the movies, the pond, the trip to Lenox. We may have even brought blueberries along while out shopping for blueberries. They were just that good.
On Saturday morning, after a long quiet (!!!) sleep I was eager to check out the farmers market in the town square. What struck me first about the market was the way things were displayed. Everything was either in baskets or displayed so as to show off each item. They made everything look really sexy.
Besides the physical aesthetic was the serious freshness of everything. The farms are much closer to the greenmarket up there then they are here. Not to mention the superior air, soil and water quality. Everyone was also really nice and happy and friendly, a curiosity to me. There weren't crazy old bats trucking towards me with so much ambition to grab a bunch of carrots that they don't care who they hurt. There was one crazy on the street to the market but she was like every other person on the street in the NYC, totally insane. She probably made a wrong turn on Route 91.
I walked away from the market with a little jug of Massachusetts’s organic dark maple syrup, 1 pint of blueberries, one English cucumber (for the drive home) and 4 patty pat squashes (cute little vegetables aren't they, but I have no idea yet what to do with them). The raspberries also looked amazing, petites bonbons.
I really prefer blueberries though. I didn't buy any.
Massachusetts was a refreshing experience. Being in the midst of all that local agri-culture made me feel closer to what I eat, which was a nice change.
I sped home on Saturday night with a cucumber and a pint of blueberries at my side again. They make good road trip food. Sunday was taco night here at Casa Bahar and taco night is great. James makes everything pretty much from scratch save for the tortillas. He makes the marinade for the chicken a nice variety of spices; chilli powder, cumin, coriander, oregano, cayenne. He also fries the tortillas into taco shells.
The tomatoes and lettuce from the greenmarket and CSA went on as toppings along with the optional sprinkle of fresh cilantro. Some cheddar and yogurt, (who needs sour cream?) to finish it off. A glass of ice cold homemade lemonade and there you have taco night. Oh yeah and James made guacamole that Brother and I ate in about 30 seconds.
Like I said, taco night is great.
I would like to eat a blueberry taco. Maybe that is a crepe.
Today I went and bought more blueberries. Tomorrow I will enroll in Blueberry Addicts Anonymous.
From the Union Square Market I smelled some fine peaches that had to be mine, onions, and a green pepper also came home with me. Sometimes I can't even help myself when I am there, everything looks so good.
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