Wednesday, June 30, 2004
FARMERS MARKET
I have the good fortune of having the Union Square farmers market a block away from my office. There's nothing better than fresh produce. I love to browse the stalls even if I'm not shopping that day. All the colors, the variety of roots, herbs, and gourds, bring me to a better simpler place. Today I bought some mammoth leeks, some stubby carrots shaped like radishes, two wierd light green midget zucchinis, an onion (gotta have an onion), and some bison sausage. Those who know me, know that I have no idea at this point what I will do with this material. It will involve a pan, some olive oil, and heat. After that it's up to the gods. I like to let the meal sort of direct itself, which means I have to reach an altered state of conciousness to channel the food gods. "The Cuervo Gold, the fine colombian, make tonight a wonderful thing."
I have the good fortune of having the Union Square farmers market a block away from my office. There's nothing better than fresh produce. I love to browse the stalls even if I'm not shopping that day. All the colors, the variety of roots, herbs, and gourds, bring me to a better simpler place. Today I bought some mammoth leeks, some stubby carrots shaped like radishes, two wierd light green midget zucchinis, an onion (gotta have an onion), and some bison sausage. Those who know me, know that I have no idea at this point what I will do with this material. It will involve a pan, some olive oil, and heat. After that it's up to the gods. I like to let the meal sort of direct itself, which means I have to reach an altered state of conciousness to channel the food gods. "The Cuervo Gold, the fine colombian, make tonight a wonderful thing."
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