I just love a crisp, early morning at the Green City Market. Farmers from all over the Midwest gather in Chicago to sell their vittles to city dwellers eager for a taste of the country. The smell of coffee and something like cinnamon waft through the air as a cool breeze whips against your cheeks, reddening them. You go from booth to booth picking up the bulbous onions, impossibly red tomatoes, aromatic herbs, feeling their weight, soaking in their raw beauty – all while speaking with each colorful vender and listening to their stories.
I got some really good stuff. Time for a little show and tell.
another one of these fellas. going to slice a handful, sprinkle them with sea salt & cracked black pepper and oven roast them for dinner tonight. interested to see if they taste like the eggplant i’m used to.