
Three varieties of potato.

White beets. They're delicious. And-- I think-- I take an odd pleasure in the fact that they lack that characteristic which is most generally associated with the vegetable-- its potent hue.

Beet greens, the roots having been removed for separate storage.

Cranberry beans.

Baby artichokes remain irresistible.

A veritable winter holiday of okra.

Marconi beans (baby romanos).

Heirloom tomatoes.

A sizeable cauliflower nonetheless categorized for sale as "small."

Bi-color corn from the blondest family of farmers. They're lovely. Even their plastic bags are bright golden.
2 comments:
A blonde taught me luminosity.
I fully understand the odd pleasure of colorless beets. But what thrill is there in finding no pink pee to follow up a tasty beety meal? NONE!
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