Tag Archives: produce

This is what May tastes like

If it’s May, that means it’s time for baking with rhubarb! I still don’t have my own rhubarb plant, which means that around this time of year I have to hope that friends with better gardening skills than I are generous enough to share a bit of their bounty.
When my husband brought back a bag [...]

August in Madison. Part 1.

It’s fair to say that around here the last couple of weeks have been a little something like this:

Lucky for me, my husband knows that the best cure for such times is a roadtrip, so he swept me off to Madison for my first ever (finally!) trip to the Dane County Farmers Market.

The Dane County [...]

Summer love

I know they say you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. But tomatoes? Judge away. Especially in August when locally grown tomatoes start hitting the streets of the farmers market. This is when I go straight for the uglist ‘mater I can find. One that looks something like this (which, come to think of [...]

Farmers Market find

Why are tiny versions of everyday things always irresistibly cute?
I mean, these eggplants. They kill me.

Each one is about the size of your thumb. I found them at the farmers market on Saturday. The woman selling them promised that these little guys — they’re called Fairy Tale Eggplants (Look, even the name is adorable!) — [...]

Farmers Market Paparazzo

Yesterday morning I joined about 40 other local photographers to troll the Downtown Farmers Market as part of the Worldwide Photo Walk.
I’ll be honest. I wasn’t exactly enthusiastic when my husband told me he’d signed me up for a photo walk. I had an image of 40 people walking en masse down the street, SLRs [...]

Iowa strawberries

It was totally worth all the hassle of dodging umbrellas and skipping over puddles of water during this morning’s rainy Downtown Farmers Market to find this:

Fresh Iowa strawberries.
Yum.
You don’t get bright yellow seeds like that on commercial strawberries shipped in from across the country. These are so pretty I almost don’t want to eat them. [...]