Each Saturday morning I am at the local farmers market. I have to be there. I love the fresh produce. I love every part of it—the flavor, the sights, sounds, people, everything.
It is amazing how the fresh offerings change week by week. One week there isn’t corn anywhere, and the next week, each stand is stacked high with fresh corn right from the garden. Or melons. Or lettuce or peppers or whatever. Oh, the difference a week makes. Then suddenly, that fruit or veggie you were counting on is gone and you have to wait a whole year. Sure the grocery store may have some, but not that really great, fresh, juicy flavor you love. [Read more…]