I think it’s time for a happy dance. One that includes jazz hands.
It’s no secret I’m tired of winter (I’m pretty sure I say it every post), but I’m also kind of lost without my weekly CSA share. I’m a woman without a mission, adrift at sea, no plan in sight. Alright that might be a little dramatic (who me?), but I really do miss it.
I loved getting piles of veggies every week, and in such mass quantities it forced me to step it up and kick things into high gear. I loved coming up with battle plans and ways to smash multiple veggies into one meal. Got massive amounts of bell peppers? Slice them and dip them in hummus, sauté them with some onions and add them to tacos, burritos, or better yet huevos rancheros. Don’t like those options, then stuff them with more peppers, rice and beans.
Remember these? Probably not, but I sure do. I’ve got fond memories of these lovely ladies, even if some of them are a little crazy.
I love receiving a base vegetable and then building a plan around it. Sure I could go the grocery store and grab some veggies, but it’s not the same because then I already have a plan or a rough idea of what I’m going to do with said produce. I wouldn’t be buying it if I didn’t, so I miss the creativity and the challenge my CSA brings, and I really like to be challenged. It’s my thing because it tweaks my competitive impulses and forces me to bring my A game. I pity the fool who signs up for a CSA and doesn’t bring their A game.
I’ve been blabbering on for so long now, you probably forgot I started this post with a happy dance and one that included jazz hands.
The reason for my solo dance party is they started a winter farmers market in downtown Cleveland on Friday afternoons, and I decided to check, check, check it out. See what, what, what it’s all about.
It’d be a safe bet to say I came. I saw. I conquered.
And by conquered I mean I bought the only vegetable they had: some teeny tiny and practically done for brussel sprouts. The Hubby doesn’t even like sprouts, but beggars can’t be chooser’s, so I bought every last drop they had, which was one big bag for $3.00. Sold to the highest bidder or really just me.
I also happened to pick up some cheese from grass-fed cows, who I like to think are named Petunia and Princess. I’m sure this is normal. I grabbed Veggie Jack and Onion and Chive because both appeal to my cheesy nature.
The very last thing I managed to nab was a jam packed bag, full of hot peppers (dance ladies dance). Man, these are going to be fun.
Now I know it’s been awhile, but in my past CSA posts, I not only show you my goods but you also get to see how I used them because you see, I get around. (♫ Round and round. Round it go. I get around. ♫). Channeling 2Pac seems appropriate for farmers market finds. To me anyway.
Let’s get to the goods.
I picked up my mini-haul (an oxymoron at its best) on Friday and spent Saturday catching up on my blog reading, when lo and behold, I came across Spabettie’s recipe for Ginger Lime Brussel Sprouts. It was a sign, and a pretty compelling one at that. Far be it from me to dismiss the subtle suggestions of the cosmos, so I made her sprouts, and they were delicious. The ginger lime flavor combo was spot on, and you can bet I’ll be trying it with other roasted veggies too. It was without a doubt, a winner, which means I get the point. Obviously. I used to get all competitive and award points with my CSA veggies, so why should my farmers market finds be any different?
The hot peppers were a no-brainer for me. I took a small handful (a little goes a long way) and added them to a crock pot full of Vegetarian Three Bean Chili.
Now I know you’re going to find this next bit shocking.
I haven’t done anything with the cheese yet. Not a thing. It’s still sitting in my fridge in its original packaging. You all know I have a healthy respect for cheese and an occasional love affair with Asiago, Cheddar, and Gouda, Oh My, so the fact I haven’t touched either one is most definitely odd. Have no fear though (I’m sure you were worried), I will come up with some kind of battle plan for those lovely blocks of creamy goodness. I will savor every last bite, and then I will share it with all of you. Aren’t you lucky?
Now it’s time for a little recognition from our sponsors. Today’s post was brought to you by Heather at In Her Chucks, Kristy at Gastronomical Sovereignty and Mr. T, who pities the fool who doesn’t eat their cheese.
What would you do with Veggie Jack or Onion and Chive cheese? Have you been to any winter farmers markets this year? If so, what did you grab.