Before we get to today’s post, I feel like we need some music. It is Friday after all, so I think a little classic rock is in order. With that being said, there’s no real correlation between today’s topic and the tunes, and I’m good with that. I hope you are too. If not, well I don’t know what to tell you. You could skip the song, but where’s the fun in that? There is none, so quit your belly aching, hit play and let’s get moving.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again (I’m nothing, if not repetitious), I miss my weekly CSA.
For anyone not familiar, CSA stands for Community Supported Agriculture and it’s “a way for consumers to purchase local food directly from a farm by entering into a contract with the farmer. Members become “partners” with a farm by paying up-front for a subscription, or “share,” of produce that is received on a weekly basis throughout the growing season.” (Geauga Family Farms)
Being part of a CSA is a win-win in my book because I get to support the local farmers, and as a result I get some of the best looking and tasting produce in town. It appeals to my vanity and my taste buds. Sure there were times last summer, it was a little daunting and I think I might have lost my mind once or twice, but it was also fun as hell, and I ate like a baller; assuming ballers eat like bad asses in a healthy and nutritious kind of way.
I got an email earlier this week from the fabulous folks who provide my CSA, Geauga Family Farms, letting me know applications are now officially being accepted for the 2013 CSA season. Upon reading the good news, I most definitely did a happy dance which involved some wildly inappropriate hip shaking and maybe even the Hubby’s leg. The only problem: the season doesn’t start until June, and I’m not very good at being patient. When I say not very good, I really mean I suck at it. For all you good-natured and patient people out there, how do you do it? What’s the secret; I’m dying (not literally) to know, but I kind of need to know now. Like right now.
Since I can’t wait that long for fresh and fabulous produce, I’ve been hitting up the farmers market in downtown Cleveland on Friday afternoons. The first time I went, the didn’t even have produce, and I left empty-handed and with a big ol’ pout on my face. Sadly, there was no wildly inappropriate hip shaking that day. The second time I went, I snagged the only veggies they had: fiery hot peppers (dance ladies, dance) and some itsy bitsy teeny weeny brussel sprouts. I also scored some grass-fed cheese because I can’t really turn down cheese. I readily admit to being a full-fledged cheese-aholic; I’m just waiting for the right support group.
Last Friday when I hit up the farmers market, I fared a lot better though. Apparently some crops are starting to come to fruition, and I really hope this means winter is nearly done, because I scored in a big way; in a wildly inappropriate hip shaking kind of way.
Behold my farmers market finds.
Alright so maybe there’s only four veggies, but that’s double what I had the week before so I’m excited. Don’t ruin this for me.
I snagged an acorn squash, some lovely green onions whose fragrance permeated everything they touched, which might freak out the faint of heart or scent, but it had quite the opposite effect on me. I also grabbed more fiery hot peppers (the first bag I grabbed two weeks ago went south and the farmer comped me a new bag for free; holla for free shit). Last and most certainly not least, I picked up a ginormous bundle of the loveliest spinach I’ve seen in a long time. Popeye knew what he was talking about because this stuff is gorgeous, and yes I think spinach is beautiful. I’m sure this is normal; then again when have I ever been concerned with normal?
It always amazes me just how different fresh, local spinach is compared to the kind you grab at your grocery store. They couldn’t even pass for brothers from another mother.
Now that I’ve shared all my delicious produce, I’m also going to reveal exactly what happened to my goods. Well, except for the Acorn Squash and all those fiery peppers because I haven’t done jack with them yet. They’re just chillin’ on my counter waiting for some loving. They are much more patient than me.
I grabbed my block of grass-fed Veggie Jack cheese from a couple of weeks ago, along with my beautiful and fragrant green onions and made Spabettie’s Cheesy Buffalo Skins, which in typical Spabettie fashion were out of this world. Of course, I bastardized her recipe by using actual cheese and some regular hot sauce, but hopefully she’ll forgive me, especially when she learns I couldn’t stop singing the entire time I was making them. Even when I was popping them into my mouth in rapid fire succession or swinging my hips in a wildly inappropriate way.
One little, two little, three little fingerlings. Four little, five little, six little fingerlings.
I actually loved this flavor combo so much, I super sized them and had full-grown cheesy buffalo potatoes two more times this week. So damn good and since I cheated and microwaved my Idaho’s for the first two steps, it was also crazy easy. You really need to make these…often; they’re that good.
My beautiful spinach made its way into my morning smoothies, which was practically a foregone conclusion. I’d show you a picture of the final results, except red and green make brown, which makes for a rather bad picture. Tastes good though.
Of course when my spinach looks this good, I couldn’t resist the opportunity to have a salad with some hard-boiled eggs and a warm balsamic dressing.
We could also pretend those are carrot shavings in the center, but we all know that’s not true; it’s a heaping and delicious amount of smoked cheddar cheese. Would it make you feel any better if I said I shared this salad with the Hubby? Or that this, along with a bowl of tomato ginger soup was dinner last night? See, I needed a little fat in my meal.
Would it also to help to know that a few years ago, I wouldn’t have touched, much less made, half this stuff….well, except the cheese. I’ve always had a problem there.
Before I bid you a final adieu, make sure to head on over to Gastronomical Sovereignty and In Her Chucks to see what other people did with their mighty fine and beautiful veggies. I’m not the only produce lovin’ gal in town, although I bet I’m the raunchiest. Shakes hips in a wildly inappropriate way.
Have you been hitting up farmers markets in your area? Would you be interesting in doing a CSA? What’s your worst food addiction?