One of my favorite times of the year is fall. In addition to all of the seasonal activities of fall that I adore, I always feel nostalgic for the country fair I would attend every year in my hometown. With everything from a "grease pole" where you could win a dollar if you shimmied up the entire pole (one of my crowning glories was dong this--in a dress!) to scarecrow contests, hayrides, and pumpkins for sale, the country fair was probably my first exposure to informal market food fare. Though my palate was decidedly different back then--fried dough, anyone?--the idea was the same: samples of freshly made, delicious food that you could walk around with or plop down on the grass to eat. Love.
Today, I am off to one of my favorite farmer's markets in New York City. While this market does not have the same variety of food selection that Smorgasburg has, I love wandering through it just the same. Union Square Greenmarket is filled to the brim with fresh cheeses, homemade local honeys and jams, and beautiful stems that are just waiting to cheer my apartment. If you happen to be in the city on a Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, or Monday, this is just the thing to do! If you are looking for far more food stalls and less of the produce, try The New Amsterdam Market held on Sundays...like Pavlov's dogs, I drool thinking about Luke's Lobster (rolls) there.... If this is the new food revolution, sign me up.
If you are looking for a great cookbook on farmer's market food purchases, I wouldn't know anything about that! That said, my friend who is obsessed with anything local, sustainable, organic, etc. has told me that the book Edible: A Celebration of Local Foods is not only filled with insight, but delicious seasonal recipes just ripe for those who shop at farmers' markets.
Happy eating and reading!
I can't get the vision of you climbing the greased pole out of my mind....you didn't mention what age you were so my thoughts are of you as a tough little 10 year old or a teenager out to prove she's as athletic as the guys ...but either way, I can't really picture this happening in a dress!
ReplyDeleteI think I was seven or maybe eight...and yeah, the dress was probably not a good idea, but, what can I say? I was a stubborn child :)
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