The Farmers’ Market
Last week we re-discovered the Flint Farmers’ Market. What a blast!
It was a beautiful late summer day, the sun was out, and the parking lot was FULL!
I bought tomatoes for some authentic Italian bruschetta: diced tomatoes, 5 cloves of garlic, salt, fresh basil, olive oil all dumped on a hot-out-of-the-oven pizza dough. Not that I cook any more, but I just had a taste for it. (We ate the entire thing in one sitting.)
We also picked up an avocado, and three pounds of fresh strawberries for $5. The perfume of all those ripe strawberries on the way home was almost more than I could stand, but I did wait until we got home to dive in.
I had a juicy peach every morning for breakfast all week, leaning over the sink, so the juice wouldn’t run down my arm. The “Peach Lady” picked them in various stages of ripeness for me. Small ones right away, large ones later. That’s taking care of your customers.
I haven’t had great ribs since the PX Bar-B-Q closed. Ribs used to be a New Year’s Eve tradition, and about the only time we ever ate ribs. I don’t know how that tradition got started, but half the city of Flint was at the PX picking up take-out orders on New Year’s Eve. My nose led me to the best ribs I’ve had in a decade with just the right mixture of sweet and tang. My mouth is watering again. Thank goodness they do chicken too.
I think I’m up for a repeat visit. See you later…
PS: Flint’s Farmers Market was just named “most loved” in national online contest. Way to go, Flint!