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17 September 2006 @ 08:22 pm
 
Since the end of May, Don and I have been planning on going to the local Farmer's market. It's held every Sunday through the end of October. Every Sunday, we've either been busy or have just plain forgotten to go.

Not so, today! It was lovely: grey and cool and not terribly crowded (save for the organic beef booth... I just wanted a flyer, gorramit. Ah well. Next time.) There were beautiful autumnal flowers, ridiculously yummy looking baked goods, homemade jams and jellies, lots and lots and lots and lots of absolutely beautiful produce. Dusky, sweet plums and warm, red tinted peaches. Apples and pears (gold, red, green). Grapes, both pale green and Concord purple. Shiny skinned hot peppers. Tiny, deep violet damsons. Damsons! I fully expected to see woodland creatures out shopping for a great Redwall feast. Celeraic and celery, sweet corn and tomatoes and cucumbers and all manner of tomatoes and onions and potatoes. Fresh potted herbs (I saw a woman, towering potted basil clutched to her breast, asking the Market at large, "Is there any sighLANNtro?")

We bought cheese from Ian at Bobolink Dairy's stand: the aged cheddar, which is astoundingly wonderful, and a medieval farmstead cheese called Frolic, described on their whiteboard as "mild but not simple-minded."

I picked up a green cabbage, cucumber, and yukon gold potatoes. I picked up a bag of apples (I can't recall the type, save it was described as being 'like McIntosh' only they were way bigger), and some gorgeous Bartlett-like Pears (again, the name eludes me). Best of all: I bought magic beans! I was positively giddy when I saw the sign, and knew at once, bovine-less though I was, I had to have them. I plunked several handfuls of the deep purple beans into a bag, strode over to the scale and asked the cashier, "But why are they magic?"

Answer: they turn green when you cook them.

Alack! Farewell, visions of harps that sing and geese who give the term 'nest egg' its truest meaning! My disappointment, however, was fleeting. Food that changes colour when you cook it is fun. I like food. I like fun. Magic enough for me.

I also bought a container of the supremely yummy BuddahPesto. Now, I've never cooked with pesto. Not sure why. In any case, today my tastebuds and my brain got together and said, "Pesto you must have, posthaste!"

So. I want to make a dish featuring this pesto. I have some excellent whole wheat pasta; I know I could cook that up, mix it with the pesto and maybe some chopped fresh tomatoes, add a salad and a bottle of white wine and there: dinner. What I want to know is, do any of you have suggestions as to what I could do with this? Something easy and tasty, but that I might not have considered? Keep in mind I have but one tub of this fine concoction.

Oh, and I've started investigating Community Supported Agriculture. There are several farms in the area that participate in such programs. Has anyone on my flist had any experiences, good bad or otherwise, with CSA?
 
 
I feel: okayrather well, thanks
 
 
 
rabu-rabu-zura?kiarasayre on September 18th, 2006 12:51 am (UTC)
My favorite thing to do with pesto is ridiculously easy and ridiculously delicious - pesto + cheese tortellini = INSTANT YUM. It doesn't even take all that much pesto for a bowlful--just a good spoonful, maybe.

...and now I'm hungry. :D
Kel: Robin wildladyjoust on September 18th, 2006 12:55 am (UTC)
This pesto is insanely good. If I could pass a few spoonfuls across the internet, I would fully share.

And that sounds good, by the bye. I also have (in the freezer) crab and dill ravioli. That would probably be quite nice tossed with a bit of pesto.
Jenthatwasjen on September 18th, 2006 01:30 pm (UTC)
Community Supported Agriculture
The good and the bad thing about CSA is you never know what you'll get. This works really well if you're the sort of cook who gets inspired by the ingredients available, rather than by what you're craving.

I like CSA. I enjoy discovering new vegetables I've never tried before. And local produce is always a good thing.