On occasion, I take a stroll through our local farmers' markets, but I find that I do not tend purchase anything for myself.
|Variegated and different shaped summer squashes. These are pretty large, though, a bit past prime harvesting stage. Each basket is $5.|
|This vendor had brussels sprouts, which is pretty impressive in the June heat of Texas.|
|Mushrooms here are also the standard varieties you'd get in the markets. Only about 3x the price. FYI - portobellos are just the mature form of creminis. And white mushrooms are a sport (mutation) of creminis.|
|Local honey is a valid option for displaying the distinctiveness of the region. I just wish it didn't come with pseudoscientific claims about curing allergies.|
|Or in this case, way beyond organic. Whatever that means.|
I'll bemoan the enshrining of pseudoscience in these markets, but the self-delusion is part of the fabric of community that makes these weekly rituals fun to go to, despite the heat and parking. In a sense, it's quite an anthropological wonder to observe.