Let’s hear it for the Portland Farmers’ Market. It is like a little sand mandala of vegetables in the Ecotrust parking lot. The fact that they are here right now, where cars usually park, sort of heightens the impermanence of the humble leek and ripened tomato.
We met a rancher couple from Nehalem who have about 25 cows and some sheep. They will be getting some goats this week to mow down their blackberry brambles. We bought a pound of grass feed ground beef from them and chatted about spinning wool into yarn. They will be bringing their hand-dyed, hand-spun wool to future farmers’ markets, which just completely stokes my knitting appetite!
We tried a new variety of lettuce in our quesadillas. Not incredibly adventurous. In fact it sort of went unnoticed by the time we piled beets, carrots, salsa, peppers and cheese into those things.
To be honest, I think I fear my kohlrabi. Tomorrow. Tomorrow I will show it who’s boss. Or at least negotiate some rules of engagement. Frittata? How would you feel about being in my frittata, little vegetable?
ummm, I fell in love with Kohlrabi last summer - best way i found was to boil and mash like potatoes with a little olive oil and galic .. YUM!
happy local eating!