On Saturday mornings, as many weeks as I can, I make a trip to my local farmers market. Short of growing your own, there’s nothing as satisfying as being able to get fruits and vegetables grown locally and picked right at their peak—fresh, ripe, and oh so flavorful. When they’re harvested ripe, their flavors have time to develop and grow into what they’re supposed to be.
I love walking around the stands to look at all the seasonal produce, some well-loved and others new and unfamiliar, and chatting with the farmers and exchanging recipe ideas while waiting in line. My farmers market also sells meats, eggs, fresh bread, and all kinds of pasta, so my weekly trip is really all I need.
