Sunday morning arrives sunny, with a cool breeze. By the theoretical opening time of 9am at the farmers' market, all the parking spaces are taken, the market is packed with shoppers and some are already leaving with full baskets and bags. But we are undaunted, in spite of the crowd. It is a beautiful day and I’m in the mood to shop.
The Mountain View market is not fancy. Most vendors just throw their produce out on a table with no fanfare and it sells itself. But there are a few who take a little more care. I love this stall where today the young woman tending it had decorated her space with artichoke blossoms.
The first treat of the morning is the long-awaited arrival of the Brentwood corn. Picked early this morning, probably before dawn, and delivered straight to the market. Due to our cold and rainy (non-existent) spring the corn is over a month late to appear this year. I am not the only one elated at the corn's arrival. I later pass a man who shouts with glee to his wife in the distance “BRENTWOOD CORN!!!” and I know exactly how he feels. I have great plans for corn this week, digging out some of my favorite recipes.
And then there are figs. The first of the season. How sweet it is! We will have balsamic fig, goat cheese and arugula pizza for dinner tonight to celebrate.
There are so many people today, it is difficult to take photographs. But I can't resist elbowing my way in to snap a few photos when I have the opportunity. We are fortunate to live in a place with such beautiful local produce and I just have to show it off. Now if the tomatoes would just hurry up and get ripe. I’m still pining for my Tomato Guy.
In contrast to the glorious morning, as I finish writing this post, I received a call from my daughter-in-law with tragic news. Matt spent the weekend attending a bachelor party rafting trip for one of his closest friends, a young man we have known and loved since they attended college together. The groom’s father apparently drowned on the trip in the deadly rapids of the Kern River this morning – they still have not found him tonight. Please keep the Kilgore family in your thoughts and prayers as they come to grips with terrible event. Our dinner was not the celebration that we had planned, but I am reminded once again to treasure every moment.