Fishing Around At the Farmer’s Market
Let’s see, do I go with the loaf of fresh sesame bread or the Italian style tube of hardened yeast, milk, and other natural ingredients?
Oh, but wait: that whole wheat chunk looks pretty good too, as does the loaf with the raisins on top. Bet it tastes like Raisin Bran.
Or maybe a pie would be good. Those pies – is there anything better than a blueberry, cherry or apple pie?
So many vexing choices at last Saturday’s farmer’s market in my hometown. Near the bread, stand sits a table loaded with fruits: plump nectarines, dinky blueberries, tan and rough-edged cantaloupes, and deep maroon cherries. Those would be good to churn up in a blender with ice and have as a Saturday afternoon smoothie. All of them could in there. It would be a party among the eclectics.
Then the bad news starts roaring in — on the same table no less. There they are, vegetables. Fire engine red tomatoes, forest green cucumbers, shiny and bright red peppers – all of this comes into vision and reminds me of how important it is it eat vegetables even though they don’t taste nearly as good as fruits and red licorice.
We had such a Saturday going on, didn’t we? Then those veggies bombed us out of our bliss. They always do. All those people who say how great corn on the cob is have bought into mob psychology. Over the decades a lot of people talk about how great corn tastes especially in the summer. So others start to think it’s true even though it’s just not as great as everybody says. Corn is overrated.
One of the great surprises of my life – and there have been many – was the time I had red peppers sprinkled on my cheesesteak sandwich. My friend Jim recommended it. Have to admit that pepper upper sent that sandwich into the stratosphere. So red peppers are good but almost all other vegetables are not. If potatoes are considered a vegetable, they are by hundreds of miles the best on the farm.
Unhinged by the veggie table, I turn around and check out what’s on display at another table. Looks like jars of pickles and olives. Yep, that’s what is creeping around over there.
I have known a few people who liked to not just have a pickle on their hamburger or could tolerate it on the McDonalds cheeseburger; they ate whole pickles. I always wondered about those people. I didn’t understand them and still don’t.
A line of people formed at the pickle and olive table. They were checking things out sort of like an animal exhibit at the zoo. The products were in little jars. It almost looked like about half dozen small fish tanks were on display showing off the latest guppies and gold fish.
No way, I thought to myself. There is no way I am going to buy any pickles or olives, especially not olives. The only reason I have ever eaten a pickle is that I didn’t know it was on a McDonald’s cheeseburger and I bit into it. Olives have never been put on these cheeseburgers. For that, we should all be thankful.
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