Market haul

Finally, tomatoes! (Though I must admit I'm most excited about the fresh beans.)

Tuesday is the Best Day

These two people grow much of what I eat for the week (or at least the best of it).  I'm recording this now because in the "real" harvest season, I'll be scrounging for produce and standing in the freezer section to lower my core temperature.  (Most vegetables here come tied with burlap twine.  I think I remember rubber bands in the northeast.)

Anyway, for now, Tuesday is tops.  And the women who sell kale and sweet potatoes were back after a week away.  (Whew.)  They called me "baby," and had beautiful Brussels spouts for sale.  A darn good haul.

Peppers 2 for a dollar

Cincinnati... it's the best.

This is Findlay Market, the tried-and-true been-there-forever Saturday farmer's market that I had never - not once - been to in all of the seventeen years I lived in the Queen City.

Lots of German butcher stalls, some Amish meats and jams, and spectacularly cheap produce.

Good, strong coffee too.  With cream.