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Yet Another Post About How Much I Love the Greenmarket…and a Recipe for Peach Salsa

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.

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True Breakfast Confession

It’s embarrassing, but true: on the weekends I like dessert for breakfast. Sure, an omelette or bacon and eggs can be satisfying. But really I want blueberry pancakes with real, rich maple syrup or baked brioche French toast with raisins and pecans (really a bread pudding!). Even better would be a piece of fruit pie from dessert the night before. When I lived in France in college my French “mother” and I would eat leftover tarte tatin for breakfast. The caramel drenched apples and buttery puff pastry, now a little damp from a night on the countertop, were a luxurious and pleasurable way to start the day. Now that was a reason to get out of bed (and a reason I don’t let anyone see photos of me from that time).

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(Some) Shortcuts Allowed

When I first started cooking seriously six or so years ago I was a purist. Cooking shortcuts were almost universally unacceptable. Clients would ask me if it was okay to buy pre-peeled garlic, and I would wince to myself. I made all my own spice rubs. And, darn it, I cut my own chicken cutlets thank you very much.

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