It has become a cliché to rhapsodize about the farmer’s market come summertime: mountains of colorful peppers, fresh from the field greens, tables of succulent tomatoes, heaps of sweet corn just begging to be eaten. Maybe the over-the-top, sensuous descriptions are getting a bit old.
Well, dammit, that’s too bad. I love the Greenmarket in the summertime (and fall). My heart starts to flutter as I walk by the crowded stands and am instantly overwhelmed by the bounty. My brain works overtime quickly calculating how many vegetables we could actually eat in a single week’s time. My wallet cries out in preemptive pain as it realizes that it will be completely empty by the end of the shopping trip.