Those planets aligned perfectly this summer with painful gas prices and expensive groceries at the local mega mart. This inspired new, loyal patronage of our Wednesday Farmer's Market.
I figure, if I'm heading to the poorhouse because I've got this crazy habit of eating every day, then why not waddle toward that proverbial poorhouse after a few stellar meals?
When you live in a small town (whether you like it or not,) you get to know people. My Farmer's Market is filled with real farmers. Once I became a familiar face, they began to share sweet stories about my groceries. Be it a bell pepper or a bag of luscious peaches, these are their babies, their pride & joy, like my flowers are to me.
I'd never really thought about it before... where my food comes from and that growing it was a labor of love. This is the first summer of my life where I truly enjoy grocery shopping. New flavors, new veggies, new challenge! I wander curiously from booth to booth, discovering what's in season.
Like Parsnips. I've never eaten a Parsnip - have you? We've got a crazy lady at the farmer's market hawkin' Parsnips! (Apparently they take a whole year to become 'perfect' so she's pretty excited about this harvest.)
- 1 pound fresh Parsnips, rubbed, tubbed, and scrubbed!
- 1 tablespoon celery salt
- 2 teaspoons fresh dill
- Lemon pepper, to taste