It’s nice living within a walking distance from a thriving farmers’ market. Each Saturday morning, after a strong cup of coffee, and a slice or two of toast, I grab my Moe’s tote (a proud relic of my Berkeley days) and Brian and I take a stroll down to Wooster Square. I peruse what the vendors have for sale each week, and although it is fresh, bright, and bountiful, I must admit, it is standard fare. The summer squash is just zucchini, there are a few peaches, but simply the yellow sort, and although the tomatoes are plentiful, there are just a handful of the heirloom variety. As I pick up my bundles it is hard for me not to remember the potato man at the Union Square Greenmarket fondly, and to think back to the multi-colored hues of a California cauliflower. (I know, I [...]
