One of the great pleasures of summer is the predominance of farmers markets. Tents and tables spring up like sugar snap peas and leaf lettuce across these burbs. Open air produce markets can be found on any given day hereabouts, with fresh fruits and vegetables, flowers and plants, artisanal cheeses and fresh bakery items all for the picking.
I visited my first market on Wednesday.
It is still early in the midwest for most produce, and we have had a very long and dry spell without any rain, which doesn’t bode well for crops like corn and beans and pumpkins and such. The cool weather crops, however, seem to have done well, as evidenced by all of the berries being sold. I snatched up a quart of some Michigan grown strawberries, and then there was the blueberry man . . .
Thursday’s breakfast was this big bowl of freshness, glistening in the sun, reminding me of my two favorite “berry” kids. Kezzie and Jake, my granddaughter and grandnephew, love their berries more than anything else, especially Jake who prefers berries to birthday cake. Go Jake!
Here’s to farmers markets. May they continue to rise up from the pavement and bring wholesome goodness to us city folk.
What have you been picking up, or out of the ground, lately?