This was the food of my childhood. I can not remember a summer where those green tomatoes and heavenly sauce did not grace my plate countless times along with fresh corn on the cob and dozens of hard shell crabs. [...]
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It still astounds me each week that I always come home from the market with such a vast array and variety of beautiful vegetables. Most of which were a gift. That is the truly astounding thing to me. My farmers (I do call them my farmers because I feel like I’ve adopted them, too!) insist each week on sharing the bounty of their harvests with me, on giving me far more than I’ve purchased, on throwing in a few extras that I just have to try. I, in turn, feel compelled to absolutely use all their blessings and so I’ve been busy this summer, especially, creating new recipes and then sharing the bounty with the homeless men and women who actually live in Pioneer Park where the farmers market is held each week. [...] With all my talk, though, of living a sustainable life, of eating food that is local and organic (if possible), of eating whole foods not processed, it only made sense that now that I live in a home with a yard that could actually host a garden that I should plant and cultivate one. [...] |
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