Late Summer Farmer’s Market Bounty. And a Little Lovin’ from the Camera.Misc. / August 31, 2017
Following me around at a local Farmer’s Market is like trailing behind a 2 year old in Toys ‘R Us. I wind back and forth, to and fro, stopping and starting again as I take in all the colors, sounds and smells. My strategy is to check out everything first, especially what’s almost gone, and then I come back and begin to fill my bags with bounty. I find it hard to contain my excitement and I’m pretty sure I squealed with delight at least twice.
What I don’t have following me when I shop is a friend with a camera. Or a friend with a camera and an amazing eye. Or a friend with a camera and an amazing eye who actually likes following me around. As luck would have it, I had it ALL of things this day.
Vicky, my shutterbug friend and unwitting shadow made me feel like a rock star as I posed with every dirt covered orb, while she bent down to snap an interesting angle. I half expected her to say, “work it, work it!” Especially when she captured me sniffing the sweet aroma of fresh peppers with my eyes nearly rolling back into my head.
After I chose just the right Aji Dulce Peppers, the best Lemon and Basil goat cheese, and the most beautiful white sweet onions ever, we sat down to watch a cooking demonstrations, rubbed our fingers across the smooth texture of fresh eggs, and sampled some of the best vodka sauce I’ve ever tried and ended up using to cook with that night. (You have to check out Cannizzaro Famiglia!)
So enough about me striking a pose. Let’s get to the recipes. Here’s what I did:
The medley of peppers were roasted and mixed into a vodka sauce which was then folded into beautiful, thin tagliarelle pasta. I love the thin, elegant but perfectly textured feel of these noodles.
The goat cheese ended up being folded into puff pastry with kalamata olives, sundried tomatoes, and some good olive oil for an incredible appetizer.
As all of you know, I treat food like jewelery. I adorn it, and let it adorn the evening. And just as Vicky followed me around the Farmer’s Market that day, I will always follow food that makes the people around me squeal with delight at what I’ve put on their plate.