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Saturday, August 1, 2009

Mmn, Mmn, Good

Just popping up from my fog of story to say I went to the Farmer's Market this afternoon and bought some corn off the back of a farmer's truck. It was Kentucky corn, not Tennessee, but we had it for dinner tonight, and it was some of the best corn I've ever had.

When my husband was a younger man, many moons ago, he had a summer job soil testing for the Dept of Agriculture in southern Alberta, just north of the Montana border. When it was time for lunch, he and his buddy would pull onto the side of the road, walk a few feet into a farmer's field, "liberate" 7 or 8 ears of corn, and drive into Seven Persons, where they paid a restaurant to cook it for them. Now that's fresh.

We also bought white cucumbers at the market. They look like Kirby's but they're white. When you cut them open, the green seeds are so pretty.

Last but not least, heirloom tomatoes. Cherokee Strawberry, Mortgage Lifter, and some orange ones whose name I can't remember. If all you've ever had was the store bought kind you've never really had a tomato.

Nothing like food to get you out of your own head.

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