As I didn’t have my act together enough this winter to sign up for a weekly farm box, I’ve tried to roll up to the Wicker Park Farmer’s Market every weekend. Which also fits in nicely with my physical therapist’s directive to walk as much as possible after February’s foot surgery (hence not having act together this winter).
Because I can go crazy with all of the additional farmer’s market booty—pastries, salsa, jams—I limit myself to produce only and in the interest of thrift, ten dollars. This weekend’s haul contained a couple of juicy tomatoes still on the vine, a gorgeous head of cauliflower, and an adorable bunch of golden baby beets. Total spent: $ 9.25
[Just what is it with baby vegetables? I can’t resist them. Last week I fell for tiny yukon gold and red skinned taters. So wee, so cute, so very babyish. If I plunged them into a cauldron of boiling water, would DCFS come calling? Opted for a quick steaming, which felt much less violent, and a gentle bath of browned butter.]
No corn to be had, but I have hope…despite predictions that we Midwestern lovers of the cob are doomed.