You tell me! I was in my farmer’s market yesterday (I go to two markets a week in the summer). I’m running around, looking for cherokee purple tomatoes, and some lettuce to go with it. Unfortunately, this is the day when the schlummy (that’s a technical term) baker comes. He doesn’t do sourdough and peasant bread with nice crunchy crusts. I need that for a decent blt.
The corn guy is there, although this year, he tells me, due to excess moisture, there will be none of the supersweet, super corny-flavored corn at the end of August. But he’s got a very nice bicolor now. MMM. Thought I shouldn’t (I was raised to think that anything longer than five minutes from field to pot was too much), I’ve got it in the fridge. Last week it was good for four days.
So, I’m trying to get away (I know most of the vendors, and you have to chat with all of them, right?), and at the last stand they’ve got great blueberries and great beans. I joke, “I’m gonna make a blueberry bean pie.” The lady next to me perks up. “Really?” “No,” I say, “I’m just kidding.” But I start to thinking. “But what would it be like?” Soon we’re discussing piecrust. It turns out she’s allergic to wheat, so she uses a combination of rice flour and flax and something else. Butter is her choice for shortening.
Oh, I love talking food with people. I love eating really good-tasting food. Though, unfortunately, I can do better than a lot of the restaurants I go to. (Toot, toot!)
But foodie?
Hmmmm. What do you think?