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A farmers' market lunch


One of my favorite aspects of living in North Carolina is going to famers’ markets. The markets have great produce picked that day from the farms, and there is nothing better than fresh produce. We hit the market on Saturday to take advantage of the multitude and variety of vendors. In addition to fruits and vegetables, the farmers sell meat, eggs, cheese, honey, baked goods, and crafts. The prices were not much cheaper than a grocery store, but the quality is amazing. Tomatoes are certainly the exception in price, at least right now. I think I go to the market just for tomatoes. We got vine ripened tomatoes for $.79 per pounds and heirloom tomatoes for $.99 per pound. I am convinced that those who claim to not like tomatoes have never really had real tomatoes. Grocery store tomatoes are only pretend tomatoes; real tomatoes, ripened to perfection by the sun, burst with flavor. There is something about the warm rays that carmelize the sugars in a tomato, accentuating the flavor to the nth degree. For our lunch after visiting the market, I combined the aforesaid real tomatoes, carefully chopped, with fresh basil, minced garlic, olive oil, salt, and pepper into a lovely bruschietta enjoyed with garlic toast. We also had a sweet cantelope, a nice finish to our little meal.

It’s too bad they haven’t invented smell technology for the internet because these tuberoses smell divine. I put them down in my kitchen and could smell them in my upstairs bedroom. They remind me of Hawaii with a fragrance similar to a plumeria or a white ginger (tuberoses are used in Hawaiian leis as well). I bought this entire bunch for $5.

A hit another farmers’ market on Friday in the city and found some great flowers and a nice tub of blackberries. Our friends, the Carters, invited us over for dinner and we brought this blackberry kiwi pie. Maybe you’ll think about inviting us over too!

Comments

Maile said…
We would DEFINITELY invite you over. I am salivating over every picture. And I am a living testament to the fact that a person who has thought her whole life that she doesn't like tomatoes could indeed be wrong - fresh-from-the-farm tomatoes are AMAZING!! Unfortunately, they're still not in season yet at our favorite pick-your-own farm.
Danielle said…
I NEED the recipe for the blackberry kiwi pie. Or you could come up to Winston and come to dinner and bring one. I would not object!
Sara said…
Why am I not surprised at the culinary arts of Katie. That looks so wonderful! I can’t wait till you come. Can you bring blackberries on the plane? It makes me miss NC.

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