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.
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