Okay, before I delve into the truly fantastic thing we discovered yesterday I must tell you that we tried out two new recipes this week! Pasta w/ Broccoli Florets and Broccoli Basil Quiche. The quiche was good, though it could have used more cheese. The recipe wasn't phenomenal, so I won't share it here, but I do think I need to have more of this quichey business. It was delicious.
AND NOW for the discovery of the YEAR!
After some whipping around on some of Meredith's back roads we found our way to the Meredith Farmers' Market in the midst of a terrible wash-out storm. It was still going on, every Monday from 3pm-6pm. I walked into this beautiful little gathering house, fully expecting an array of green veggies and maybe some strawberries and that was it.
Oh, but what I found. Mmm.
First thing I see when I walk in is a table full of zucchini and summer squash, along with a profusion of green onions. And, next to all the toppled verdant greenery, stood rows of the first of southern NH's blueberries. And next to those? Tiny NH cherries.
Cherries.
They were so light, so up-and-over in the mouth with their taste, and so very, very gentle. I admit I moment. A sort of religious, cherry moment.
We were informed that these were the first blueberries and cherries of the season, and event the blueberries were from southern New Hampshire. They go first, then the Lakes Region, and after that the wild ones ripen. Strawberry season was over. Short, but oh, so sweet. The rest of the market turned up the usual plethora of early July veggies, though it was good to see what was in season, as well as a bunch of oils, vinegars, flowers, herb plants & jars. Not to mention goat milk soap, bakery items, a poster that exclaimed that a goat was for sale, and then we came to the prize.
Milk.
I stopped short, waving vaguely at the samples of cheese and the cups. "Isn't this, well, illegal? I mean, we just came from Wisconsin. Everybody can sell cheese at the market, but not milk."
The lady (licenced dairy farmer) behind the booth grinned. "It's legal in New Hampshire," she said, "and it's raw milk."
It's hard to communicate how happy that simple statement made me. I get to try something new! I thought. She had blueberry shakes, maple-latte flavoured milk, and regular ol' whole milk. Nearly everybody at home turned up their noses when we returned with a half gallon of the maple-latte and a pamphlet, but we're gonna use it for our coffee. Oh, that and garlic hummus dip. And cherries. I had to.
My next wish is to whip something up using blueberries and/or zucchini/summer squash. Got to get my fill of them before winter!
:)
xoxoxo,
Kim & Emmy
AND NOW for the discovery of the YEAR!
After some whipping around on some of Meredith's back roads we found our way to the Meredith Farmers' Market in the midst of a terrible wash-out storm. It was still going on, every Monday from 3pm-6pm. I walked into this beautiful little gathering house, fully expecting an array of green veggies and maybe some strawberries and that was it.
Oh, but what I found. Mmm.
First thing I see when I walk in is a table full of zucchini and summer squash, along with a profusion of green onions. And, next to all the toppled verdant greenery, stood rows of the first of southern NH's blueberries. And next to those? Tiny NH cherries.
Cherries.
They were so light, so up-and-over in the mouth with their taste, and so very, very gentle. I admit I moment. A sort of religious, cherry moment.
We were informed that these were the first blueberries and cherries of the season, and event the blueberries were from southern New Hampshire. They go first, then the Lakes Region, and after that the wild ones ripen. Strawberry season was over. Short, but oh, so sweet. The rest of the market turned up the usual plethora of early July veggies, though it was good to see what was in season, as well as a bunch of oils, vinegars, flowers, herb plants & jars. Not to mention goat milk soap, bakery items, a poster that exclaimed that a goat was for sale, and then we came to the prize.
Milk.
I stopped short, waving vaguely at the samples of cheese and the cups. "Isn't this, well, illegal? I mean, we just came from Wisconsin. Everybody can sell cheese at the market, but not milk."
The lady (licenced dairy farmer) behind the booth grinned. "It's legal in New Hampshire," she said, "and it's raw milk."
It's hard to communicate how happy that simple statement made me. I get to try something new! I thought. She had blueberry shakes, maple-latte flavoured milk, and regular ol' whole milk. Nearly everybody at home turned up their noses when we returned with a half gallon of the maple-latte and a pamphlet, but we're gonna use it for our coffee. Oh, that and garlic hummus dip. And cherries. I had to.
My next wish is to whip something up using blueberries and/or zucchini/summer squash. Got to get my fill of them before winter!
:)
xoxoxo,
Kim & Emmy
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