RCFM, again (hat trick!)

I know you all miss the hash joint-fueled Supernatural-obsessed posts, and I promise we WILL be getting back to that starting June 30th when Season Six filming begins (woooohooo!). I have a lot of prep work to do: getting my hair did, trying out vampy new shades of nail varnish and busting out my lucky leopard-print bra. It's work being fabulous.
Until then, you will read about farmer's markets and you will like it. (It's good for you.) Below: the contents of today's market bag. Not seen: huge head of organic butter lettuce @ $1.50 and a big orange heirloom tomato for, um...I forget.
Between the garlic scapes, tomato, itty-bitty baby carrots and butter lettuce, dinner tonight is going to be an EPIC salad...which is good because it's too fucking hot to cook.



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Royal City Farmers Market, part deux

OMG SCAPES!!!1!! Plans are to thinly slice, then roll around in, the fresh, garlicky goodness of 4-for-a-buck scapes as if they were catnip. My GOD I love garlic.
Oh yeah, more tomatoes. Maybe I'm just impressed by pretty colours, but they are growing on me. A bit.

RCFM: first farmers market of summer

Above: sweet, sweet, farm market booty: baby finger-length carrots picked this morning, a half pound bag of fresh, crisp, pea tips, and a half pound of mixed wee heritage cherry tomatoes, all for under ten bucks (the pea tips were the big ticket item at $3.50).


Above: gingerly getting over a lifetime of tomato hate with (L-R) bright orange Sungold (promising “tropical fruit flavour”), the unsurprisingly pear-shaped Yellow Pear, bruise-purple Black Cherry, and the round green-yellow Lollipop.
The verdict? I DO like tomatoes...if they're tiny, and pretty colours, and if you dip them in vodka before dipping them in salt. So, yeah, still hating the tomato. Sorry.



Above: the ruins of a beautiful lunch. Y’all are lucky I managed to halt smushing this sexy buckwheat cheese-on-ham action into my mouth long enough to get a picture: hot, crisp, paper-thin buckwheat crepe folded around béchamel sauce, ham, mozza, greens & thinly sliced tomato…this is beyond OM NOM NOM - this is mouthgasm. As I type this, there’s still an hour left in today’s market, and I’m wondering if it would be too piggy to head down for another one before the market closes. Hey, don’t look at me like that! Creperie la Boheme people are taking a two-month break and there’ll be no more crepes FOR ANYONE until August. AUGUST, dammit. I'm jonesing already.
Edited to add I passed on that second crepe and am regretting it big time, they're that good. Next Thursday I'll sample the other stalls' pakoras or beer brats, but it's just not the same. Sigh.