Category Archives: farmer's market

Autumn odds and ends

Happy Fall everybody!  I know that a lot of people hate it when it starts to get cool ad the days get shorter, but I am a huge fan of Autumn especially here in North Carolina (unlike the midwest) where it rather mild and beautiful with all the fall foliage.  Granted the cooler 60 degree days are just now starting to hit, so I may be singing a different tune come a couple weeks from now, but that’s beside the point.   So I have some early fall food events to share with you.

OK this a big sign of Fall and Halloween, the arrival of the super sugary and tasty Boo Berry and Frankenberry. They are brothers of Count Chocula only available close to Halloween:

Tasty sugary badness

Tasty sugary badness


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Adventures in Home Cooking: Julia Child’s Ratatouille

I just finished My Life In France by Julia Child and was inspired to create one of her dishes. Unfortunately, I don’t own Mastering the Art of French Cooking and it’s a tad pricy for me to run out and buy right now (especially if you subscribe to Regina Scrambling’s recent article in Slate about the book :http://www.slate.com/id/2226512/). Luckily, a quick google led me to a PDF excerpt from the book on Knopf-Double Day’s website (http://cooking.knopfdoubleday.com/2009/08/03/julia-childs-ratatouille-recipe/). The recipe was for her Ratatouille and looked relatively simple. I mean, Julia wouldn’t lead me down the wrong path….right? Continue reading

“Farm (er’s Market) livin’ is the life for me”

 

It’s the hipster in me that wants to say “I was into Farmer’s markets before they were cool.” At least I wish I could say that. When I was a kid growing up in Virginia Beach, the Farmer’s Market was one of those things that my parents enjoyed that felt like a punishment to me. After all, the four food groups to me were chicken nuggets, chips, Butterfinger bars, and Soda. Anything green was the enemy, so the Farmer’s Market was dangerous territory.

Man, what a difference a few decades makes. Going to the NC Farmer’s Market is a treat now, a chance to get to experience seasonal and local foods that my immature palate couldn’t handle a few years ago (*sigh* the dark days of my college eating, where every meal meant cereal and a side helping of grilled cheese). Continue reading