but we all know that these will be filled with mountains of green beans, fresh corn, watermelon, and cantaloupe, in the next few weeks.
Greens are greening like crazy, and they're peppered with red and white radishes now.
There are mountains of peas also: snow peas and shelling peas are abundant.
Unfortunately, we got there too late for basil. The basil is what gets me out of bed early on a Saturday morning, and on my way to the market. I'll chop it, freeze it, dry it, and make enough pesto to get me through the winter.
Basil lovers really do have to take advantage of that $2.00 price tag. After paying that, you just can't bring yourself to cough up grocery store prices of $3.99 for a sprig of the stuff, come December.
Side note on Arugula: I don't know if you're familiar with the taste, but the vendor at Blue Moon once described it to us as tasting like "a burnt clutch." He was so on the money that it comes to mind every time I eat the stuff...which is as often as I can.
New potatoes are coming up. Steam these and toss them with a little butter and fresh chives, and you have a side dish from heaven.
Potted and fresh-cut flowers are now blooming like crazy also. I am, unfortunately, too busy this summer to really enjoy either. Admiring them at the market once a week will have to do, and next year, but I'll be taking full advantage!
Clint and I have coined the North end of the market "Pester Alley." Conversations, photo-ops, and thought processes are interrupted with people representing political, religious, and other charitable organizations, asking you to take their literature or sign their petitions. I want to say something affectionate about it, but honestly, it's an annoying loop, week after week. Isn't there a secret handshake or button I can wear to indicate that I got this schpiel last Saturday?
No matter; we rush around it and move on. Because Papa George is back!
See you there!