Sun-ripened tomatoes, yellow squash, swiss chard with wet mud still clinging to the roots… I love visiting the farmer’s market on Saturday mornings. Today’s top find was fresh peaches and last week we discovered homemade apple pie and new potatoes. I can still smell the beeswax candles that I tucked into a package for Mom. And my family can tell you about my somewhat irrational love affair with Berryhill grilled (really – grilled) “fish tacos of the gods” (according to the Houston Chronicle). Berryhill’s cooks must sign a non-disclosure agreement and the recipe for their secret sauce is closely guarded. The tacos are that good. And they’re available for only $2.00 at my local market.
I appreciate the seasonal variety, just-picked produce, handmade goods and regional specialties. What I enjoy most is the energy and the human interaction. It’s nice to place money in the hands of the person who baked your pie and to see the regulars that line up to buy kettle corn, Texas BBQ sauce or Philly water ice. I like getting tips from the shopper standing next to me and to learn how to cook the vegetables available this week from the people who planted and picked them. There are musicians playing, food cooking, talking and laughter. It’s a sunny Saturday morning and it feels like community, celebration and home.