After a two week absence, I was glad to get back to my farmers market Saturday am. I missed my people. My fellow early risers, eager to get out and see just what our farmer friends are coaxing from the earth.
The zinnia's this year have been absolutely beautiful, and of course none more artfully arranged than Madeline's.
Right next door at Pam's booth was this gorgeous bunch of gourds, which have nothing in common with zinnias except for the fact that they are just as beautiful.
My discovery this week at the market were Grimes Golden apples. They apparently originated in Virginia in 1832 on the farm of Thomas Grimes, and are the probable parent of the Golden Delicious. That's what I read about them anyway.
This nice man, who grew them just south of Eudora, described them to me as a sweet/tart/cidery tasting apple. So of course I had to get some.
I also came home with these which were turned into the season's first batch of butternut squash soup by 1pm Saturday. We made fajitas with the red, green, and yellow peppers I bought, and the Genovese heirloom tomatoes will be going on BLT's later in the week. Deviled eggs rounded out the weekend cooking when Chris came home from the store with a dozen because he didn't know that I bought a dozen at the market. Can you have too many eggs? Dottie, don't you answer that question.