Tall Tales from Kansas

a Kuchen party for one

My very first stop at the Holiday farmers market this past weekend was for Kuchen bread. After waiting for an entire year, I was more than ready for a loaf and I was not one bit shy about marching into the place 10 minutes before it officially opened to snatch it up. Angie would have been so proud.

Two loaves were purchased this year. Come late February, when it is cold and dreary, and no celebrations are in site, it will be just the pick me up I am needing.  

The bread was well balanced by the addition of 2 bundles of this amazing kale.

The woman who gave me my change told me about the "kale with white beans and bacon" soup she had just made with it. Drool.  

Greenery and ornaments were in abundance.



As were nice families. This fella in the middle gets my vote for best hair AND best smile at the holiday market. I think his parents agree with me.  

Best baby in a red onesie, with father in red hat below.

My very favorite supplier of socks was present. I wanted to take those earrings right off her and put them on but I didn't want to interrupt her mathematical computations.  

Next year I am putting a big festive thing-a-ma-jig on my hat and I am going to rock it like no body's business like this lady did this year. I loved her style.  

Honey was stocked up on.

Cookies were purchased. Because look how beautifully they are decorated. And so carefully packaged. 

Right about that time Helen the potter walked by in her wonderful Mola vest and we found out that we had both lived in Panama and her brother might have known Ray &/or Dottie.  I am telling you it is a small world.  

Then as I walked by Karen's painted gourds I saw my favorite baklava makers,

who happened to be in close proximity to the gnomes.

By this time my basket was full, so I bid a fond farewell to the holiday farmers market for another year, 

and headed for home with my treasures. The instant the basket was unpacked, the toaster was plugged in and I called to order a Kuchen party for one. 

this super cute mom and dad and their camera shy kids

Yesterday might just be my last farmers market for the season, not because it's too cold, but because I will be traveling, working, and meeting a friend in the coming weeks... and there may not be time. Last week and this week I tried to soak it all in, to tide me over until spring. 

Halloween outfits were "all Elliot's idea" by the way.  

You have no idea how happy I was to see dryer balls!  I have been needing a new set.  

Glad I did not miss my "turkey trot" friends sporting their matching headgear. 

This super cute mom and dad and their camera shy kids stopped me in my tracks this week with their sense of style.

Don't forget the Lawrence Holiday Farmers Market is coming up on December 14th.    

consider yourself advised

As fall marches along, and the frosts get harder, I worry each week that this will be be last farmers market. 

There are less vendors and less shoppers, but the mood in the fall is upbeat. Anticipation of holidays to come, smoke coming out of chimneys, pumpkins to carve and eat.  

Chestnuts roasting are a sure signal of the season.  

As are sweet potatoes for hearty stews.  

But clearly the muffler and shark hat combination wins the prize for most indicative sign of the presence of cooler weather.  

You have to appreciate the wisdom at her young age of the nose guard wrap technique. 

Despite the cold there were also these amazingly gorgeous dahlias at the market this past week.

And who doesn't love a warty pumpkin/gourd

I also find myself buying a new bottle of honey each week.  Stocking up for the winter months. 

If you are going to be in Lawrence on December 14th, you won't want to miss the annual holiday market. It's perfect for getting any of your unfinished Christmas shopping done. Or like me, you can just get every single thing you need for holiday gift-giving here. All at once. Consider yourself advised.  

honey and some love from mom

Selections at the farmers market this weekend are further evidence of the approach of fall. Which, as you know, is cause for clapping, smiling, and merry-making in general.

That doesn't mean there still isn't plenty of time to enjoy a chilled carrot soup, take a watermelon to a picnic, or sprinkle your summer salads with some beautiful red and yellow peppers.

A little bit of crossover between the seasons seems most sensible to me. Slowly working in the butternut squash while continuing to enjoy zucchini.  Which reminds me that I saw a recipe for lemon zucchini coffee cake on the Pioneer Woman site the other day that had my salivary glands working overtime.

I had a nice conversation with the woman who makes this honey (along with the bees I mean). She and her dad do it together. It's my favorite of all the local honey. Maybe because of the connection? I recall last year her telling me that she "doses" her children with it if she thinks they are coming down with a sniffle. 

Honey and some love from mom. Isn't that always the best medicine?

they are not slouchers, or nodders for that matter

In case any of you were holding your breath, waiting to hear about the turban squash...

It turned out quite well.  Cut in half, seeds scooped out, put in a pan, sprayed with olive oil, tossed in sprigs of oregano, salted & peppered, then roasted (covered) at 400 degrees F for about an hour. Mild and pleasant, a great side dish for any fall meal - pork comes to mind. 

It would also be good with brown sugar sprinkled on it, scooped on a plate and topped with some chopped roasted pecans.

While I am at it, the cylindra beets I mentioned a few weeks back - were less "earthy tasting" more delicate than regular beets, just as the farmer I bought them from told me. I roasted them, slipped off their skins, and ate them just like that. My palate is becoming more adventurous all the time. 

Also in the Farmers Market follow up report this week, it is worth noting that these pale yellow sunflowers, whose name I do not know, are just spectacular.

I have thoroughly enjoyed them on the dining room table this week.

They are definitely not slouchers, or nodders for that matter. If you want a flower that stands at attention for an extended period of time, I am always going to recommend a sunflower.

tzatziki, falafel, and kale might not look like it would go with turban squash

Sunflowers were front and center at the farmers market this week.

Followed closely by charming women in hats.

There were also nice succulents and boys who had not seen farm fresh eggs before. At least I think that is why they were examining them closely. 

No pumpkins yet, but there were some very nice looking varieties of squash, and a dog on a table that was not for sale.  

Pretty peppers and a sweet mama and baby duo rounded out the day.  

I came home with a turban squash to roast along with some other essential items.

Tzatziki, Falafel, and kale might not look like it would go with turban squash, but it's all on the menu for lunch this week. In some shape or form. 

this ridiculous wiggling cuteness routine

You can pretty much tell it's going to be a fine day at the market when you hear a sweet, pure, rendition of "Keep on the Sunny Side of Life" as you walk in. 

Sunflowers and peaches reinforced my initial expectations.

Then, right in front of me, "Sasquatch" threw himself down on his back and started this ridiculous wiggling cuteness routine. 

This was my favorite family of the week. That little miss was not letting anything get between her and her Saturday sweet. As it should be.

Have you all heard of cylindra beets? Me neither. I brought some home to roast - word has it they are slightly more refined, less overall earthiness. Report to follow.

Signs of fall included the first mums, and a nice selection of fingerless mitts. 

Above is what came home with me.  Along with my weekly indulgence of baklava.

This girl doesn't let anything come between her and her sweets either. 

The Lawrence Farmers Market Margarita

The wild card item purchased at the farmers market this morning was not even purchased. One of my favorite farm couples insisted I "try it and if you like it you can buy some next week".

Lime basil. I thought of all the things it might be good in... add it to a salad for some brightness, over white rice instead of lime zest, in black beans because why wouldn't that be good...

Then I came home and while eating breakfast I came up with a better idea. A cocktail idea. I knew it would involve tequila and I always like tequila to be paired with cointreau, which led to more citrus but I wanted the lime to come just from the basil so it would not get overpowered, thus lemon. Simple syrup for sweetness to counter the tartness and I left it at that.  

I am calling it the Lawrence Farmers Market Margarita. The perfect combination of lime/basil/lemon.  Not too sweet and not too tart. Herbaceous in a fresh way but not overpowering. It will be on the cocktail hour rotation permanently until I use up all the lime basil.  I will have to print off the recipe and take copies to the market next week so it can be distributed with the lime basil. For those interested.

Lawrence Farmers Market Margarita
1 & 1/2 oz tequila
1/2 oz cointreau
1 oz lemon juice
1 oz simple syrup
4 lime basil leaves + 1 or 2 more for garnish

Fill a cocktail shaker with ice, add 4 lime basil leaves followed by the rest of the ingredients.  Shake vigorously and strain into a glass with fresh ice, a basil leaf or 2, and a slice of lemon.

Enjoy.  

but then he had to smile and wave

It has come to my attention, while flipping through posts about the farmers market, that the pictures of people outnumber the photos of food.  While it is a "farmers market" and the farmers ARE as important as what they are marketing, this week wares will be featured. At least that's the goal.

As you can see there is a LOT to choose from.  

High marks to the woman above for her flower toting method.

Yes, I had to include the duo who supplied my cucumbers for the week.   

And while I am at it, Madeline (of Zinnia fame) is leaving for college soon and I had to take a picture of she and her friend.  She is off to the 'little apple', with plans to study architecture because "I like math, scientist, and art".

I was not going to take this photo, because they are buyers not sellers, but then he had to smile and wave.  How could I resist?

tomato eating season is upon us

With all my recent travels, I have been away from the farmers market for many weeks.  Today it was wonderful to see all my friends. They may not know they are my friends, but they are.

There were flowers and peaches and honey for sale. Along with amazing tomatoes that I was too busy examining to photograph while I was there.

Plus kale and baclava,

and a girl selling bouquets while wearing a pretty dress she made for twirling in.

I loved these friends with zinnias from Madeline. They were most cooperative when I arranged them according to height for my photo. All smiles and nary a complaint. 

The nicest people anywhere can be found at the Lawrence Farmers market on Saturday mornings.  

I am off to reduce balsamic vinegar, for drizzling over those heirloom tomatoes along with fresh basil and mozzarella for dinner tonight.  Tomato eating season is upon us and it is essential that we all do our part. Happy weekend friends.

in this person's opinion anyway

Peonies are still available at my farmers market.  As long as they are there, they come home with me.  Here is this week's bunch.

I love nothing better than selecting my stems from the buckets, then coming home and picking out a vase. When I turn around after paying and see new relationships forming, that's pretty good too. These two had lots to discuss. 

Beets, swiss chard, cherries and fennel were just some of the things available this week.

I was most excited about the fennel because I recall last year looking for some later in the year, to make a soup, and learning it was more of a spring crop.  I have no idea what I did with that recipe that I was certain was going to be a winner.

Notebooks, computer files, and internet searches were done.  Cookbooks pulled out.  Different recipes selected.  

It seems like eons since I made soup to take for lunch at work. 

I liked how this future version of myself selected flowers to match her top. I wanted to follow her home and see what her post market routines are.  

Instead, I did my best to select a tablecloth that went with the peonies.

Then took pictures, and more pictures, and more pictures.  

Because you can't have too many photos of peonies in one post. In this person's opinion anyway.  

locally grown, red all the way through, strawberries

My farmers market basket was very heavy this week.  With lots of good stuff. 

Tonight for dinner we had our first BLT's of the season.  With these hydroponic tomatoes from Pendleton's.  As well as a generous spread of Duke's mayo - purchased when we were in Kentucky.  As Wilburn Ray Moss Sr, would say, "lip smacking good".  

Those of you from around the area know that Pendleton's was hit hard by the tornado last week.  When I saw these signs up on their booth at the farmers market this week, I got a little choked up.  I'm sappy that way.  It has been nice to see the community offer help to neighbors in need.  

Rhubarb and strawberries were on display this week.  Those lovely , locally grown,"red all the way through" strawberries.  The kind you just want to wash and eat the minute you bring them home.  

I used about 1/2 of this amazing purple cabbage to make this Thai/quinoa salad. I know 2 photos of a purple cabbage may seem like one to many, but seriously... it's so amazing.

It went as well with the chow mein Chris made last night, as it did with the BLT's tonight.  

I wanted to buy some of this purple broccoli but knew it could not get eaten this week.  Same for the carrots and beets below.

A sweet dog, soulful singing, and more peonies rounded out my Saturday morning at the market. 

Tonight I am sending you all virtual bundle of peonies, in blue mason jars, to help you through the week, should you need it.

with equal enthusiasm I might add

This is Silas.  We locked eyes on Saturday when I entered the farmers market.  He was looking at my camera.  My eyes were on the cinnamon roll. When I asked him what he was eating and what it tasted like he informed me "like a 'cimon' roll with frosting". Good answer Silas.

This week's offerings included the most incredible sweet peas, dulcimer music, and of course flowers.  

There were radishes and flower sellers in great tee shirts with nice smiles.  

Peonies came home with me.  Along with strawberries, peas, broccoli, kale, lettuce, cabbage, arugula, and asparagus.  

My favorite way to enjoy sweet peas by the way... is in their wrappings, strings removed, plain.  Except on a holiday weekend.

When they are best served up with some other raw veggies, greek yogurt with chili/lime sauce (cholula) and hummus on the side.  With pretzels and a "Fuzzy 360" to drink.  

For inquiring minds - A Fuzzy 360 is 2 oz of 360 Georgia Peach Vodka, orange juice, and a splash of sprite.  In whatever proportions suit your palate.  

P.S.  As I was leaving the market I noted that Silas had moved on from the "cimon roll" to dog-petting.

With equal enthusiasm I might add.  

spreading out my quota of beauty in a most satisfying manner

My haul from the market this week. 

The purple cauliflower is amazing to behold.  The color and patterns can be stared at endlessly.  

Though I debated displaying them both in the dining room, in the end I just put the flowers on the table.  The purple cauliflower went in a salad with kale, broccoli, yellow peppers and other assorted items for lunch this week. Thus spreading out my quota of beauty in a most satisfying manner.  

The peonies and stock, which both smell amazing, but do NOT clash with each other, make sitting at the table a sheer delight.

I shall dedicate myself to sending more correspondence of the written variety in the coming months.  Thus allowing me to spend time in the presence of summer bouquets. Which seems a worthy endeavor.    

if you could have heard her talking to that wooden duck

Saturday at the farmers market was dominated by flowers, rain, boots, umbrella's (up and down), and amazing produce.  Not necessarily in that order.

My favorite of the week is below.  

If you could have heard her talking to that wooden duck, while petting it and then trying to pick it up to cuddle it, you would have thought so too.  Life does not get better.  

the chapeau of the week

This week at the farmers market, when a man that I did not get a picture of, was exclaiming over a ginormous 4 pound sweet potato, the man below told him (with an air of authority which I admired), that when his people were traveling across this country many years ago, they told stories of yams "so big you could sit on one while you roasted one over the fire".   

These are the kinds of things I go to the market for. Stories I am not going to hear anywhere else.

I also enjoy observing the methods by which people make their selections at the market.    

The minute these two came into view my radar went up.  Hand knitted sweaters!  

And then mom turned around to reveal hand knit sweater #3.  Plus a had that had been made for his overall-wearing brother that was holding up well.  The woman told me her mom made them, from yarn she got at Yarn Barn downtown, AND if I wanted the pattern she would get it to me if I gave her my e-mail.  I love my town.  

Asparagus for eating, a bunch of herbs for planting, and doggies for petting were also on the agenda.

Oh, and lastly one baby rocking the winner of the "chapeau of the week" award. 

in a way that only fresh flowers brought in from the out-of-doors can do

For the last two weeks the dining room table has been graced with the presence of lovely bunches of lilacs.

In addition to being beautiful, they make the house smell so lovely. In a way that only fresh flowers brought in from the out of doors can do.  

Oh, and by the way, if your clusters of flowers start to look droopy... dunk them in a sink of cool water and recut the stems at an angle.  Then make a cut through the bottom of the stem to open it up a bit and pop them back in a vase filled with fresh water. It works, just like the lilac lady told me it would.  

especially when they come with helpful advice about how to refresh them if they start to droop

Morels were front and center at the market this weekend.  And cute boys playing guitar.

Now bear with me for one tiny second while I show you the Duck yolk raviolo with fresh asparagus and morels I had for dinner at Freshwater in KC the other night.  Beautiful to behold and each bite was perfect.  If you are in the area - get there while morels are still in season.  

Now back to regular programming... which this week included more lilacs and friendly people.  

And of course asparagus, as in the dawning of the age of... 

There was also my favorite baclava grandfather and grandson duo.  They were gone for a month over the winter and spring to Turkey and Lebanon.  It's important to catch up with the vendors at the beginning of each season.  

I already mentioned friendly people, flowers, and morels, but I don't think I mentioned an extremely cute puppy yet. 

Hand made signs always get high marks.  As do bouquets of lilacs especially when they come with helpful advice about how to refresh them if they start to droop.  

Now I am off to make lunches for the week.  Baby kale, spinach, dark red kidney beans, cranberries, red onion, broccoli, roasted pumpkin seeds.  Spring farmers market lunches are the best.  

back among my people

The Lawrence farmers market opened last week, while we were in Kentucky. Which made this past Saturday the official opening for me. Hello asparagus, good morning extremely cute couple partaking of a strolling breakfast, and howdy flowering crab apple tree.  

The time for local fresh produce is upon us.  

The Eastern redbuds (Cercis canadensis) are having a spectacular year, and I could not resist this shot as I walked into the market area. They were blooming all along 64 eastbound towards Kentucky, and are still going strong at home.  

I don't know what to say about this little miss. No words can accurately capture the complete cuteness.  

Hello Mellowfields Farms.  How I have missed your greens.  

There was an impressive display of lilacs that I am sorry you cannot smell through your screen.  

Happily there were plenty to go around. To prevent any fighting. The nice couple above were going for a slightly different look than I was, but I did warn them that I was not above scrapping if it came down to it.  

It was nice to be back among my people.  Getting flowers and dreaming up things to fix with my produce.  Last night I had a salad with the tender lettuce mix, chopped raw asparagus, a few slivers of red onion, hard boiled egg, and walnuts, all tossed with a dijon vinaigrette. Wonderful.  

This chocolate croissant from Baking Traditions hopped in my basket too. It was made by the creator of the kuchen I discovered at the holiday market in December.  The kuchen that I am still dreaming about in April. You understand why I had to try it. 

while I was in the midst of me-oh-my'ing

In case you were wondering,

the molasses cookies with eggnog buttercream frosting from the Black Squirrel Bake Shop were EXCEPTIONAL.  A crackly exterior with a soft middle... and that frosting.  You will see I bought two.  In case Chris wanted one (which I knew he would not).  But that is why there are two tiny apple turnovers right next to them from Muriel.  Because Chris can't pass up a baked fruit dessert that includes apples.  And I didn't want him to feel left out, while I was in the midst of me-oh-my'ing.  

they did not come in anything larger than toddler size

Saturday was the Holiday Farmer Market in Lawrence.  A guaranteed good time.  For many reasons.

Like stars made from measuring sticks, 

wreaths made from okra, 

and bath bombs presented in an old Samsonite suitcase. Just like the ones we had when we were kids.  

There were very little girls with very big suckers, 

plenty of socks to choose a new pair from,

and wreaths made tree trunk discs.  

Holiday Mart fashion win #1.  Get a load of the scarf.  So stylish.  

Karen had a huge display of hand painted gourds,

and Muriel, who is known for her brittle (but I love her for her beets), had this beautiful display of all sorts of pickled magic.  

These bags, made from recycled hand stitched items really caught my eye, 

as did these super cute trees and button flowers.

Don't get me started on the owl pillow.  

I was delighted to find a Kuchen loaf from Baking Traditions.  It was sliced and toasted it for breakfast when I got home.  The same exact routine was repeated on Sunday morning.  No sense messing with perfection.

I loved this "story" of the goats that are behind the soaps and creams that they make on Homestead Ranch.  

No Holiday Market is complete without some fragrant greenery.  

Cute baby in cute hat, being carried by cute mom in cute hat, with stranger in background also in hat.  

See those sandwich cookies below?  They are molasses with eggnog buttercream filling.  Of course I bought some.  

To balance out all that sweetness, there was plenty of cabbage, kale, and spinach to be had.  

Last but not least, let me tell you about the cutest little pants on the planet.  

I really wanted to get the striped ones for myself and the blue and striped ones for Chris.  Alas they did not come in anything larger than toddler size.  

my fountain needed to have something in it

Marcy and Al were at the Farmers Market on Saturday in their warm hats.  I first spotted them a few years back, and since then, have taken a picture of then in their cold weather headgear every year.  It means that the season is coming to an end.

This year I talked to them. Al explained they get the hats when they go to New York, where there daughter lives, and run the 5 mile Turkey Trot each year.  

Chestnuts were also being roasted this week.  

Bright orange buttercup squash caught my eye.  I am going to make soup out of it.  The woman selling it tells me it tastes more like pumpkin than squash.  

I also got delicata squash to roast.

I did not get any turnips, but I did get a big bunch of broccoli raab that I am going to sauté OR try to use in salads.  Do any of you eat broccoli raab greens raw? I need to know this stuff.  

This arrangement screamed at me as I walked by.  And was immediately snatched up.  

One more pot of mums came home as well because they were only 5 dollars, and I decided my fountain, which has been turned off for the season, needed to have something in it.

Other selections at the market included decorative bundles of corn and lovely heads of Napa cabbage.

I also spotted this couple enjoying their breakfast burritos, but what really caught my eye was her coat. It reminded me of one that Angie used to have, except hers was a pinkish/gray color. What happened to that coat? 

There were whispers that there may not be a market next week. The number of vendors is dwindling. If you are in the area, the annual Holiday Market will be on Saturday, December 8th.  Link below for more details if you are interested. 

Helpful links:  Holiday Farmers Market - Lawrence Kansas 

she was not on the list of items for lunch

After several weeks away from my Saturday market routine, it was good to get back there this weekend.  

A haze was lifting, and the sun was coming up as I drove out of the neighborhood.  

When I arrived, some kids were playing a game of "jump the curb", while their parents shopped at the market.  Others were staying warm in the back of the vehicle while sales were made.

The number one item on my list was mums for the porch.  Which I located and purchased quickly.

Then the wandering around began.  There are only 2 or 3 more weeks of market season left for this year.  It's important let it all soak it in. While I can.    

 

I have noticed this woman's selections many times.  

I appreciated her sprinkling of halloween items amidst the baked goods.  

She alerted me to the fact that it was "Black Cat Saturday" and then we reminisced about the days when we used to do hot yoga together. Which I had forgotten about.  Not the hot yoga.  You can NOT forget that.  But that she was sometimes in the sessions I attended too.  

I took advantage of likely the last chance for a fresh bouquet.  Dahlias are so majestic.  

I also loaded up on items to make lunches for the week.  

She was not on list of items for lunch, but dang was she ever CUTE!   I love her hat and teeny tiny mittens.

come rain or come shine

We made it out to 5 of the farms on the 14th Annual Raw Valley Farm Tour over the weekend.  These photos are from both Saturday and Sunday.  It's a marathon.  Fasten your seatbelts and enjoy the ride.  I don't think any commentary will be needed.  

Driving out through the fields of Kansas.  Even on an overcast day, is pretty good.  

Thank you to the following farmers we visited for opening up their places to us.

Coal Creek Farms
Vesecky Family Farms
Pendleton's Country Market
Blue Morning Glory Farm
Henry's Plant Farm

If YOU want to experience the Kaw Valley Farm Tour, mark your calendars for the first full weekend in October.  You won't regret it.  Come rain or some shine.   

a new kind of strawberry jam that had whole strawberries in it

50 degree mornings have returned, and with them the knitted hat.  Worn most wonderfully here by the Mellowfield Farms folks at the farmers market on Saturday.  

There was also the more traditional hat and jean jacket look, sported by this fellow.

No hat for little Miss Striped tights, who was busy eating breakfast, but her hood was at the ready if needed.

The Paw Paws were back this week and I know I said last year that I would figure out what you do with them and try them this year.  But that might have been an untruth.  

I did pick up a new jar of honey.    

Not just any old honey.

I went for the Raw Buckwheat Honey.  Winter is coming.  I will be arming my body against invaders.  If I like it that is.  I can't put things in my body that don't taste good.  My mouth will have none of it.  The woman selling it told me it was "stronger tasting" than regular honey.  Maybe it will taste like a cross between honey and Steens Cane syrup?  Stay tuned.  

 The flowers are still coming on strong, but they are going to be edged out soon by pumpkins and gourds.

And actually, while they are both around I see no reason not to have some of each.   And put them together on the table.

There was also kale, spinach, peppers, zucchini, green beans, peaches, a butternut squash, and 2 cucumbers in my basket this week.

Oh and I loved the pickled beets I got last week and stocked up on a few jars of those, as well as a new kind of strawberry jam that had whole strawberries in it.  It will be needed for steel cut oats and yogurt over the winter.  Of course I could buy it at the store in January.  But that wouldn't be the same.  

And that is the report from the Lawrence Farmers market for this week.  Good night Sunday, I hate to see you go.  

I thought you "wiked bwekfust buwitos"

This week I intend to make some kind of cabbage salad with red pepper and malabar spinach, rustle up a corn salsa to go with grilled steak, throw together kale salads with butternut squash, and eat as many tomatoes as I can.     

Thus, the unusually large haul at the farmers market you see above.  The acorn squash, cucumber, and bag of tender salad greens were all impulse buys.  As was the container of baklava not included in the photograph.   

When the first thing I see upon entering the market involves smiling faces and happy meetings, it reinforces that feeling of community at the market.     

This fellow had just offered his mom a bite when I walked by.  She said she was full already and he said "but I thought you wiked bwekfust buwitos"

The beginning of pumpkin season is upon us.  With the chill in the air Saturday it was all I could do not to start getting out the orange yarn. Or running upstairs and digging through the pile of wool strips and planning out a new hooked pumpkin to make.  

Dog-gone it she wasn't the cutest in those rain-boots, belted coat, and scarf.  Then when I asked to take her picture, she smiled and took cuteness to a whole new level. 

This week's arrangement had to be the one with sunflowers, though I deliberated between it and the one with that really interesting green and purple flower in photo #4.  

It was all about the height and the incorporation of the zebra grass.

 When I was picking it out I told Karen it was "majestic".  Sometimes the right bouquet just calls your name and as they say "resistance is futile".  

as he carefully examined the tiny tomatoes

This week was the last 7am start for the Saturday farmers market in Lawrence.  I for one, am ready for it.  My 4 competing priorities on Saturday morning are walking, going to the market, sitting on the porch to drink coffee, and trying to squeeze in 30 more minutes of sleep before the first 3.  

So let's just start off with serious market cuteness this week.  The feet on this baby were infinitely squish-able.  

Everyone standing around this lady in her "market version of Rosie the Riveter" ran when I asked to take her photo.  Camera shy or witness protection program?  I didn't ask.  When I saw that beautiful silver hair with the red bandana and dark glasses all pushed up in that no-nonsense totally cute way I couldn't help myself.  

In the 4-legged adorable category,  I give you this extremely well-behaved dog.  

And then there was him.  I have no idea what was going on in his head as he carefully examined the tiny tomatoes, but his delightful, unabashed, curiosity was fun to watch.  

Oh.  Yes, there was produce.  Plums and green beans, and peaches and apples and peppers and kale and salad greens.  

Plus flowers and spinners.  

And with that, I wish you all great Mondays, whatever you're doing, wherever you are.  

all the makings for some good eats

Highlights from this weekend's farmers market included boys in t-shirts advertising their dad's comedic talents, and baskets of mariachi peppers perfect for fajita making.

I am not sure why I have never noticed before how perfectly lined up the produce and signs are at the Mellowfields farm booth.  It's a thing of beauty when glimpsed from a few feet back, where you can appreciate such a thing.  

I think these boys were enjoying their cinnamon rolls.  I caught one of them mid-chew and I believe that accounts for the expression.   

This junior farmer was dispensing advice on which melon might best meet a customers needs.  

Since I had just spent a day sewing, you know I almost jumped with joy when I saw these ladies in their dresses.  I LOVED that colorful fabric and she let me know just where she bought it!  Fellow makers are nice that way.  

Blondee apples, heirloom tomatoes, and kombucha tea merchants with dimples were also spotted.  

I loved listening to these ladies trying to decide which bunch of flowers to buy.

They agreed I had already selected the most spectacular arrangement. 

 Cabbage, kale, spinach, peppers, a cucumber, a summer squash, a dozen eggs, and a few tomatoes rounded out my purchases.  

All the makings for some good eats this week.   

I just totally made that up

The sun was in the perfect position when I arrived at the farmers market on Saturday.  

Casting everyone and everything in the most beautiful morning light.

Grapes and okra were available this weekend.

And a most colorful selection of flowers.

She won "Carol's pick for best market outfit" this week.  Hat, basket, flowing skirt.  All in perfect harmony.  

When I got home I scurried about making my own harmonious combinations.

Carrots were added to the cucumbers and onion.  Lentils were added to the salad for the week.  It's all a part of the Experimentation for Interest Eating Plan.  I just totally made that up.  

... to you. And yourself.

There was lots of stuff to choose from this weekend at the market.  I saw the beets early on and got a basket of red and a basket of gold.  Because I couldn't decide between them.  Plus, if you are turning on your oven to roast vegetables, in the summer, might as well make it worth your while.

The squash was beautiful too.  As I walked by I had a vision of butternut squash bisque, served in a heavy white bowl, with a side of hearty peasant bread, eaten on an outdoor patio at dusk, while gazing off at the mountains in the distance.  

These succulents in cute little pots made me smile.  And, by the way, all the succulents that I put in pots early on this summer are tolerating our drought quite well.  

These made me remember I want to make watermelon salsa again this summer.   Heck I haven't even made regular salsa yet this summer.  There will be plenty of time.  For both.   

The peaches are perfect right now.  Peeled and eaten with blueberries for breakfast.  On top of steel cut oats. With chopped walnuts, yogurt, drizzle of honey.  Swoon.

The tuberose flowers stopped me in my tracks.  I started talking to myself when I saw them.  

Me:  Should I get those this week or more sunflowers?

Myself:  You said before you left you were going to get more sunflowers because they were so pretty last week.

Me:  Yes, but that's before I knew these would be here.  

Myself:  Well get what you want but don't blame me if you wish you would have gotten the sunflowers.

Me won out.  

And I didn't blame myself.  Because look how simple and perfect these are on the table.  

This weeks salads for lunch - kale, roasted beets, chopped up red pepper, black beans, dried cranberries.  I know it sounds crazy, but it's good stuff.  Usual dressing - 3T olive oil, 2T honey, 2T apple cider vinegar,  1/2 tsp salt, 1/2 tsp garlic powder, 1/4 tsp cayenne pepper.  

Happy new week to all.  Whatever you are doing.  Wherever you are.  

Sending tuberose flowers to you.  And yourself.  

 

the main topic of conversation

It was a sunflower kind of weekend at the farmers market on Saturday.  

I went for an even 1/2 dozen for the table in lieu of my usual mixed arrangement.  

I also had my eyes peeled for the ingredients needed for this crunchy cashew thai quinoa salad.  

He had some GREAT red peppers...

... and her Malabar spinach is so good I got some of that to include as well.  

These two cuties were busy chewing on things and not at all sure they wanted to be at the market, but were going along with the plan.  They won the award for cutest feet at the market this week.  

The main topic of conversation was... wait for it... RAIN.  When it was coming.  How much we were going to get. Radar was consulted for the latest information.  We like to remain optimistic here in Kansas.  

Just as soon as the chopping was done, the sunflowers were arranged in a pitcher.

And then taken outside where they were photographed from every angle possible.

I am not sure I have seen white sunflowers before.  I like them.  A whole lot.   

there is always something new and beautiful waiting to be spotted at the farmer market in Lawrence Kansas

 This full basket is an indication of the selections at the market on Saturday.

Lets start with the flowers for my table shall we.

Normally not a huge fan of cockscomb celosia, when I spotted it in combination with the sunflowers, it was so stunning, there was no question which bouquet was coming home with me.  

The rest of my basket contents are below.  

More blueberries to freeze.  Basil for a caprese salad and home-made pizza, salads for this week, and fresh crunchy things to serve as vehicles for hummus.  

The selection of peppers this week were eye-catching.

As was this lady, perusing the produce at Mellowfield Farms...

...where they had beautiful rainbow chard and summer squash.

They are right next door to the Wohletz Farm folks and my friend Madeline.

The peaches ladies were back.

And if you needed flat parsley, there was a nice selection of fragrant herbs. 

Someone was captivated by the entertainment.  

And you can see why.  %*&#@!!  I am kicking myself for not taking a video.  So you could hear why.  

I bought a tomato to go with the basil... 

...along with some carrots,

from these farm gals.

I guess it's a good problem to have to want to buy something from every farmer there.  

The last thing I want to tell you about this weeks market is -  Rudbeckia Triloba "Prairie Glow".

It stopped me in my tracks when I leaned over to pick up my basket after paying for the flowers.   There is always something new and beautiful waiting to be spotted at the Farmers Market in Lawrence Kansas.     

based on the finger licking I observed

 Tomatoes were front and center at the farmers market this week.  Beautiful.  Just sitting there.  Waiting for salt, bread, mayo.   

Cantaloupes have also appeared.  Waiting for pepper and a side of cottage cheese.  

Radiant bouquets of brightly colored flowers.  Not waiting for anything.  As usual, I made this my first stop.

When I turned around after making my flower purchase my eyes fell on them.   Oh dear the cuteness.  They may win the prize for Farmers Market Family of 2018.  

I was especially excited to find my first peaches of the season.  These are not gorgeous peaches.  They are peaches that are ready to be eaten.  NOW.  For breakfast.   I may have frightened the women selling them with my enthusiasm.  I had begun to worry there would be none, then I rounded the corner and spotted them.  I can see how they thought I might be pouncing on them. 

Malabar spinach!  Something new for me.  

And what about the eggplant?  I mean the one below.  That looks like a real person.  

This lady won the award for combining comfort, organization, practicality, and flair all into one very good look.  

I do not know what was on the stick this family was trying out, but I can tell you it was certainly being enjoyed by all based on the finger licking I observed.  

I love a good display at the market.  This week the corn and summer squash caught my eye.  

Finally, that egg on the top that looks marbled is a duck egg.  The extremely nice farmer that sold me this dozen was careful to explain there was a duck egg in the carton and that if I had any baking planned it would add "extra richness" to anything I put it in.   You better believe I snatched it up.  I am thinking it needs to go in some kind of cake.  What say you?  

toddler-sized sunflowers

 It was completely delightful to get back to my farmers market this weekend.  

Thank you Karen for saving the last of the peonies until I returned from Germany.

Although I will say, it was really hard to pass up these yellow beauties.

As well as the combination bouquets.  There will be time for those.  

Sweet corn season has started.  We will be eating it regularly for the next few weeks.  Right off the cob.  I also saw this great recipe that I want to try.   

I did not bring home any cherry tomatoes, but I most certainly did pick up some baklava.

No blackberries for me either, but you can bet I got 3 pints of blueberries.  

There were lots of women with cute hats at the market.  I bought a hand-made hat in Oberammergau that I will be sporting as soon as it arrives in the package I mailed myself from Germany.  It's good to know I will be in good company.  Sporting my sky piece.  As Chris called it.    

Right this moment the smell of peonies is permeating the house.  A most pleasing fragrance.

After they were arranged, I set about cleaning and freezing some of the blueberries.   Then I made a blueberry cake.  As soon as it was in the oven I sat down and ate a bowl of blueberries with muesli for breakfast.  Nothing better.  

None of these mammoth sunflowers came home from the market with me, but gosh aren't they amazing?  What's not to like about toddler-sized flowers?  

some kind of insanely delicious lunch

Despite the fact that there was a blown-over umbrella out back Saturday morning, and a knocked down tree in the middle of the road on 9th street (that had to be driven around), and a few intermittent rain drops with thunder rumbling in the distance, the farmers market went on. 

Rain boots were worn, strings were still strung, bags were still toted.

There were new people to meet,

peonies to select,

decorating to admire,

and produce to acquire.

I am trying the Dino kale this week - it will be combined somehow with purple cauliflower and cabbage.  Fashioned into some kind of insanely delicious lunch.

 Chris will probably insist that I pack all his lunches this week too.  Not.  

every star needs a supporting cast

For Memorial Day I present peonies.  Specifically, Festiva Maxima.  Discovered at the market this past weekend.  I don't always know the names of peonies.   I think they are all lush, amazing, and wonderful.  

A few years back Coral Charm showed up on my radar.  Since then I try to remember to ask Karen the names of any that make my knees go weak.

Truth be told, Festiva Maxima would not be so spectacular on her own. 

Without the others surrounding her to highlight the uniqueness of that hint of fuschia in the center at the edges of the petals.

Every star needs a supporting cast.

 In addition to admiring peonies from every single possible angle, we also did some weed pulling, lawn mowing, statuary water-proofing, mulch spreading, hamburger eating, and movie watching this weekend. 

But none of those pictures compared to the peonies.   

Not even close.  Trust me. 

they belong on your dinner plate 4 out of 7 nights all summer long

Each weekend the farmers market gets better and better as we move along in the growing season.

Competition for space in the basket begins.  Mindful packing is the rule. 

This is the time of year when peonies are bought first thing and walked back to the car before I can move along with the rest of my business. 

Running neck and neck with my excitement about the peonies, was my delight in these!

Small, perfect, Kansas-grown, strawberries.  AND a long weekend to enjoy eating them with blueberries, bananas, muesli, and milk with a drizzle of honey and a BIG cup of coffee for breakfast. 

There were cute girls in hats buying kombucha tea at the market and red, red, red, tomatoes.

The butterhead lettuce was like a museum exhibit in it's perfection.  Minus the price of admission.   

This cute pup checked out my overflowing basket with approval as I paid for my sweet peas.

When I saw them I was immediately transported back to Lummi Island, and the "self-serve" flower stand right up the road from our house.  I of course had to have some.  

Along with the last of the asparagus, beets, cauliflower, broccoli, spinach, kale, and 2 tomatoes.  I wasn't going to get tomatoes.   But I couldn't help myself. 

They are like pickled cucumbers, in that they belong on your dinner plate 4 out of 7 nights all summer long. 

Sigh.  I know I say this every week, but it truly WAS a perfect Saturday at the farmers market this week. 

this event was not scrutinized as closely as Harry and Meghan's wedding

When everyone else was getting up early to watch "the wedding" Saturday, I too arose and selected an outfit with care.

For my big event of the day. 

The farmers market.

Where there were wedding-worthy flowers and the freshest of vegetables.

With guests properly attired for the occasion,

including the random appearance of a fascinator,

and George and Amal had nothing on this cute couple, who were selling THE most beautiful heads of cabbage. 

 

A selection of baklava, was purchased in lieu of wedding cake,

along with a few other necessities. 

Unfortunately this event was not scrutinized as closely as Harry and Meghan's wedding, but I did my best to bring it to you, and will continue to do so.  Rain or shine.   

she loved bachelor's buttons

Happy Mothers day to all my favorite mothers out there.  You know who you are. 

This little bouquet at the market was a special hello to me from Angie. 

She loved bachelor's buttons (aka centaurea cyanus and cornflowers).  I have a vivid memory of her coming to help me plant flowers at the very first house we bought in Lawrence in 1985.  We planted some of them on the side of the house.  Afterwards we sat on the steps out front. We were hot, tired, and immensely satisfied with our work.

The fact that these came in a tall mason jar and had anemone's tucked in alongside was a bonus.

We often (as in almost always) need several bouquets at Tall Tales headquarters.  Because we can, so we should.   I told Chris the other day that since I am now 59 years old he should "expect to hear a lot of wisdom coming out of this pie hole".   The necessity to purchase multiple bouquets at the farmers market is one such example. 

you know my mom don't you?

 There were clouds and a few sprinkles this morning at the farmers market.

Along with this amazing cauliflower.

Girls in cute outfits.

Bouquets for your mother.

 

Men, prepared for rain.

Eggs.  From hens.  Some of them young. 

Flowers.  Not designated for any specific person. 

Microgreens.

JT's flowers.

Hanging beets.

And more flowers, because there can never be too many. 

But the very, very, very, BEST thing that happened at the market today was this.

This boy, coming up to "Mrs. Pendleton" and saying "you know my mom don't you?"

And when she said "yes", he asked "what kind of flower will she like the best?" When she steered him to the basket of bougainvillea, I agreed wholeheartedly. 

Dear recipient of the bougainvillea:  I hope you like your flowers.  I sure like your boy.   

the best hummus maker in all of kansas and his cute grandson

Last weekend at the farmers market was perfect.  No wind.  No rain.  And all my favorite things in abundance.   Like farmers with pigtails. 

Asparagus so fresh that you don't need to cook it.  This is the time of year to just give it a rough chop and throw it on a salad. 

Cosmos ready for me to plant in the front garden.  The ones I got from Vinland Valley Nursery last year were perfect and warranted a repeat. 

Cilantro to sprinkle on enchiladas for our Cinco de Mayo fiesta.



The best hummus maker in all of Kansas and his cute grandson.

Grab yourself a tub of this and a pound of fresh asparagus and you got yourself a meal. 

These daffodils were not only beautiful, the had the most divine fragrance. 

Win-Win. 

I honestly couldn't pick just one of these photos to show how lovely they are.



Super healthy looking tomato plants.  But I needed Chris for this purchase.  We went out to Pendleton's after the market and made our selections.    



This perfect looking head of broccoli, like the asparagus, is tender and fresh, perfect for dipping. 

 Farm fresh eggs will be hard boiled to go with the spinach. 

And of course some soulful singing.  I came home with a very full basket. 

For a weeks worth of local eating!

and a bunch of redbud branches for the table

On Saturday morning, my first stop at the farmers market was the Red Tractor Farm booth.  For asparagus.  First of the season.

On the way there, I walked by these tulips with a plan to circle back.

But when I walked by Moon on the Meadow, my eye was drawn first by the edible flowers, and then to the tulips.

Which look exactly like a still life by a dutch master if you ask me.

There were geraniums with the most beautiful foliage.  Ever.  Seriously.

The Pendleton's had the first tomato of the season, priced like the jewel that it was.  If Chris hadn't already carefully planned our meals for the weekend, I would have paid that easily for a BLT in April, with a locally grown tomato.

I spotted this exceedingly good looking couple buying a pot of rosemary and used my fast talking to get them to let me take their picture. 

I walked by bedding plants and boxes of spicy arugula.

Headed for Mellowfields Farm for my weekly allotment of greens.

The spinach seems extra good to me this year.  I think it's because it IS. 

It was a perfect Saturday at the market. 

Blue skies, sun, friendly faces, AND a bunch of redbud branches for the table.

what more reason is needed than that

As cold as it was on Saturday, I wasn't sure there would be flowers at the farmers market.  But there were.  Lovely, sweet, smile-inducing flowers. 

Several were selected to bring home.  Because they were there, they make me so happy, and I could.  What more reason is needed than that?

I needed it for my first day of the market post

The Lawrence Farmers market opened today!  And with it, a change in routine. 

Getting up just a bit earlier, off to see the local farmers who are going to inspire me with their wares. 

And brighten my home with their flowers... and provide my needed replacement of strawberry jam that elevates my morning oatmeal to gourmet status. 

I spied my favorite "cold -weather, hat-wearing couple".  They had no choice but to allow me to take their picture once I started spinning a tale about how I "needed" it for my first day of the market post. 

There was hot coffee to keep you warm.  

Or blankets, depending on your preference.

The chill did not prevent spinners from spinning, smilers from smiling, or friends from catching up on the latest news. 

As for me, I am delighted to have locally grown greens for the week. 

This gorgeous romaine is going to turn into a salad with a few mushrooms, some sliced hard boiled eggs, a sprinkle of walnuts, and a light vinaigrette dressing that contains a hint of Dijon. 

The rainbow chard is for lunches this week.  My favorite way.  Wilted with sweet onions and tart cherries. 

And this jar of insane strawberry goodness, in addition to being amazing on any warm grain breakfast you can dream up, will also make you shiver with delight if you spoon it over Greek yogurt and throw a few toasted walnuts on top.   

the genius behind all the handmade, home-grown, products

The Holiday Farmers market was today in Lawrence, and it was splendid.

Decorations, produce, gift ideas, and tempting treats.  It was all there.

I fell in love with the chickens at DoGood Farms and getting to meet the genius behind all the handmade, home-grown, products is something I enjoy about this annual event.

These iced molasses cookies caught my eye and I brought one home for dessert tonight.  Crunchy outside, chewy centers, just the way I like them.

More garlands for the tree on the front porch were also procured.  It is simply not possible for me to walk by any kind of garland without partaking.  

the best spot in douglas county for poinsettias

We went over the river and through the woods today.  Or more accurately, down 15th street, through the fields, and across the railroad tracks. 

To the best spot I know of in Douglas county for poinsettias and greenery.

There was all manner of other finery out there too.

But oh the poinsettias.

I came home with the most spectacular red one out there.  If you want to get the second most spectacular red one, Pendleton's will be open until December 7th.  They will also be at the holiday farmers market next weekend.  Which happens to be  one of my favorite events of the whole year.  I need all hands free for this extravaganza.  Hence fresh wreaths and poinsettias must be purchased ahead of time.  

More info on the holiday market here

the proper way to hold on to your cookie

Have you seen the inside of a Kiwano fruit?  Otherwise known as a "horned melon".  Me neither.  Until last Saturday at the Farmers market.  My first thought was "now that's a strange looking fruit".  My second thought was "oh, so many seeds".  Thought #1 made me want to try it.  Thought #2 made me not buy it. 

And while we are on the topic of seeds.  There was also this.   I haven't eaten a yellow watermelon, but gosh they were pretty.

Moving on to the pumpkin portion of this post... they were stacked atop each other, lined up, and laid out.  All equally pleasing to the eye. 

Other sightings included a young lad showing the proper way to hold on to your cookie, a teen-age girl demonstrating her rebellious spirit and a cool skirt (meanwhile isn't her little sister cute?), and an extremely nice gentleman carefully observing the flowers as he waited for his companion to make her selection. 

And after all that, I went home and made the last batch of wilted greens with cherries and onions for the season.

It was a perfect morning. 

red glasses in wedges telling backpack in boots

Yesterday's post was just words.  You were supposed to supply the pictures.  From your own fall-photo file cabinet.  Stored somewhere up in your noggin.   Today is pictures from this past Saturday's farmers market.  You supply the words.  

I have to say a few things of course.  But you knew that.  These green beans could not be passed up and so were a rather unconventional side dish for hamburgers at dinner on Sunday. 

I was not close enough to overhear this conversation, but am learning to read lips and I think this is what they were saying.  The lady in the black shirt was telling her friend how good her poached eggs were for breakfast.  The man in the red shirt said he wished he would have ordered them.  Mr. white shirt was taking notes so he wouldn't forget to order them, and Mrs. red pants was asking if they still had blueberry pancakes on the menu.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the market, red glasses in wedges is telling backpack in boots that she forgot her wallet and wonders if he has any cash. 

I did not eat poached eggs or blueberry pancakes for breakfast, nor did I forget my wallet.  Here is what I bought. 

Along with this bouquet.  With those gorgeous green and red stems that look as beautiful as the flowers and foliage on top.   

the first sighting of ornamental cabbage

Because of my extremely orderly and regimented nature, I feel compelled to show photos from last week's farmers market before moving on to what I saw today.  I would let it go and forget all about last week's market except there are some important things you need to see.  For example... did you know there was such a thing as an eight ball zucchini?

Or that in addition to genetic code, a key difference between males and females is that boys like to muck around in puddles and girls like to carry umbrellas?  This would likely not be born out in a scientific study or even a questionnaire, but it was so last week in my observation of these two. 

There was also the first sighting of ornamental cabbage. 

And a delightfully orange turban squash.  Who has cooked one?  And how did you do it?  Something this pretty has to be good.  Right?

With my purchases, I made a batch of carrot ginger soup and an apple cake from America's Test kitchen.  If you have never made the soup.  It is a WINNER.  The apple cake was OK.  I can't believe I am going to say this, but it was too dense for me.  I know.  Heresy.  But it was.  That doesn't mean I didn't eat it.  The best thing I learned when making it though was about reducing apple cider.  Which makes a delightful addition to a cocktail. 

In the reading arena while I was away, I read Our Souls at Night by Kent Haruf which I did not love like I loved Plainsong and Eventide.  BUT, my friend Mary Joan liked it very much.  It's a fast read and you may like it.  I also worked my way through Dear Mr. You by Mary Louise Parker which had some high points.  Lots of them really.  But it's kind of like living constantly in the fast lane.  Luckily the format of the book is a series of letters.  So you can read one or two and put it down for a bit.    

enjoyed the heck out of 'em

Let me bring you up to speed on what has been happening at the farmers market the last few weeks.  I'll be brief.  In a word ... sunflowers.  

There were also pumpkins, a bit of crooning, and apples. 

And these amazing cabbages!  Which had me thinking of majolica and needlepoint pillows.  And Andrea's cabbage rolls. 

The first butternut squash was bought and roasted and make into a fall salad. 

But mostly it was about sunflowers.  And this cute girl.

I was real glad I got to the bucket before she did. 

Or there wouldn't have been enough for me to bring these home to enjoy.  And I certainly have.  Enjoyed the heck out of 'em to be precise.