I missed the market last week: the morning was too gloomy, too rainy, and I desperately needed to sleep in. It would have been a huge mistake had Kenneth's difficultly busy week not altered our regular eating patterns. I did pop into last Tuesday's East Side Market for some lacitano kale, tomatoes, and yellow wax beans. On Saturday, though, I was back to business as usual.
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.
9.22.2008
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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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