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There is nothing quite like shopping at the farmer's market. The colors, the sounds, the smells. The hustle, the bustle.  Seeing people you know. Meeting people you don't know. Farmers Market has its own sort of rhythm.  It's part of its appeal. So is the fact that you get to talk to the people who grew, raised, caught and prepared your food.

You get to learn about their farms, their practices, varieties you've never seen before. It's exactly the kind of movement this country needs. It seems that Europe has been able to keep a better grasp on that connection. The US has not been so lucky.  We need a rivival of getting back to the basics with our food, having a connection to how our food is grown and to its producers.  To know where it came from, if it was raised in a humane and caring manner, that it was grown sustainably, organically and in a way that is kind to our earth- these are all really important things at this juncture in our food history in the US. 

We brought home:

carnival squash (which I used in a squash souffle last night)
smoked cheddar (also used in the souffle and will also top our lamb burgers tonight)
caerphilly welsh cheese
apaloosa beans
wheat berries
ground lamb
charred leek sausage
maple syrup
white heron's cranberry ginger tea
lettuce
scarlett turnips
carrots
pure new hampshire maple syrup
goat pate
kohlrabi
a biggo cup of fair trade dark roast coffee

We've never had kohlrabi, but I asked about it at the stand we were at and the couple next to me in line were more than happy to tell me about. It sounds wonderful and worth trying.  See what I mean? Meeting new people and learning new things.

I also have to say, after roasting the squash for the souffle I made last night, I did as my friend Kath suggested in her video and roasted the seeds. I've been nibbling ever since.

Farmer's Market makes me long for Spring even more, when I get to start digging in the dirt.

On A Sad Note

The news of Whitney Houston's death makes me sad.  Although I've always appreciated her talent, I was never a huge fan. That said, she always brings me back to a place and time--to the college apartment I lived in with Sara, Lia and Rufina. Sara played that first Whitney ablum over and over and over again. It drove us nuts.  It makes me very sad that Whitney faced so many deamons in her life. That she seemed to be her own worst enemy. It makes me sad that her beautiful gift-from-God voice has been silenced. It makes me even sadder that nobody was able to get through to her and that she's left her young daughter behind and mother-less. There's not much else you can say.

I hope you are able to enjoy some downtime today, and spend some time with people you love.

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