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this weekend we made our way up to the mountains to eat the best french macarons i've ever devoured

6.27.2011




we made the quick 20-minute drive to the resort town of park city one morning
in search of our dear friend, mercedes, and her french macarons...
which happen to be the best macarons your lips will ever, truly, encounter.
was giddy with her new smores flavor (in all its gooey glory!).
i have to add that the key lime were really hitting the spot yesterday as well.
if you are in the northern utah area you really ought to visit her booth
every sunday at the park city farmers market. i'd get there early (10:00am) if i were you.

my favorite was watching the glee of two diabetic kiddies
flag down their mom as soon as they noticed the "gluten free" sign
in front of mercedes' booth. they piled in as many macarons as possible
into the biggest box and promised to order a batch via mail since
they live all the way back east in pennsylvania.

{come back later today and i'll have a link to her website...since i'm lame and forgot it}

{by the way, mercedes spent an entire year perfecting these, and they really are dreamy}

goodbye, goodbye california : what i'm going to miss {part one}

1.06.2011



the movers came and went this morning...
a miracle that they can pack up so much stuff
and load it on to a truck in a matter of hours...
this could have taken me weeks if left to my own moving skills.

i think we're mostly excited for this move,
but it's funny how when i find myself sitting
in an empty apartment on the floor (of which i
will definitely not miss the carpet)
that my mind wanders to all of the adventures
that ceej and i have had in this western state.

i will miss going to the sea
where we would sit for hours reading,
drawing, or snapping photos in a rain fury.

i will miss walking slowly through old-growth
forests with trees ancient and terrible.

i will miss farmers markets year-round.
i'm quite dreading a grocery store. blah.

and i will miss our drives across the nevada desert...
people used to feel sorry for our journey
this way, but they don't know the wonderful
breath of air it was for me to be in the desert
with wide open skies and mountains bare.

we're happy for what is ahead of us...
and quite pleased with all that we discovered here
over the past two and a half years.

point reyes weekend : farmers market in the barn & i'm in love with year-round fresh produce

10.27.2010





















i have definitely been spoiled here by
year-round fresh fruits and veggies...
and all the incredible local dairy products.
this is what i love most about this state.

this was my first visit to the
point reyes station market.
it's a bit pricier than others as it
caters to us tourists...
so we just looked and drooled over every table there:
squash in every color and shape, yarn spun from local wool,
rainbow radishes, chocolate mousse, cheese so creamy it makes my jaw tingle.

and, for icing on the cake, it was raining.

love.

{project film} the farmers' market : a seasonal guide

9.29.2010









every tuesday, exactly at noon, we're standing in line at the tamale tent for some of the yummiest mexican food our mouths have ever savored. tuesdays have become "tamale tuesdays" at our house. after we carefully consume our pepper-spicy tamales we refresh our steaming mouths with horchata that puts up a good fight against the hundred-degree weather that is common in these parts. once our bellies are full we make our rounds to our usual farmer booths, filling our bags beyond their limits—literally bursting at the seams.

tamale tuesdays, however, are not year-round. this market only lasts from april through september. yesterday was our last tamale tuesday—ever. though we are excited for our move to utah in december, we realized we’ll be sad to miss our summer tuesday ritual at the market.

living in a place for the past two and a half years that has only two seasons has made us “seasonally claustrophobic,” as cj puts it. there isn’t much of fall, and winter is nowhere to be found. we are 4-season people, and we’ve missed our falling leaves and quiet snow storms.

the farmers’ market filled this empty place in our lives just a bit. i could tell what season it was by what the farmers had on their tables: asparagus, cherries, spinach, strawberries, melons, peaches, apples, pears, heirloom tomatoes, and on and on. we looked forward to each food season, and tried to preserve bits of each season in our freezer for special treats when those fruits and vegetables were rare.

now that the tuesday market has come to an end i will start my saturday morning trips to a year-round market, which I am absolutely giddy about. because this market is different. yes, they have all the staples that the other market offers, but instead of tamales we fill our bellies with bolani and cream cheese danishes—this is how I know its fall, despite the intolerable 99 degrees we’ll be hitting today.

despite my busy weekend, i found time to be idle

3.16.2010



i started a little knitting project just to practice:
another scarf.
and since i want to move on from all things square and rectangle
i signed up for a knitting class that starts next month!
when i walked into this knitting store i had to seriously
contain myself to avoid overwhelming the employees with my
sheer joy and giddiness.






i had some time to read about baking bread and gardening in any space.
there is so much to learn!

i learned about the many kinds of bread doughs:
stiff, standard, rustic,
lean, enriched, rich,
yeasted and unyeasted.
all kinds of wheat:
hard or soft, red or white,
winter or spring.
i even had to learn a little math!




i read that the most important component for any garden is
love.
seriously? yes. and i'm not going to question that.
i've picked out the places i will arrange my containers
where they will get plenty of sun.
"the old mantra 'learn the rules before you break them' stands true.
all good gardens follow six golden principles--
repetition, variety, balance, emphasis, sequence, and scale--
in one way or another.
on top of these are secondary elements of color, texture,
form or shape, and smell.
these ideals apply as much to a collection of containers as
to any scale of garden."




and i was able to go to my favorite farmers market
where i found the prettiest spring flowers, rainbow chard, and portabella mushrooms.
it was a good weekend indeed.

is it the food? the people?

2.10.2010



davis, california has one of the best farmers' markets
i have ever been to.
it's small enough and big enough too.
you can get any produce hear practically year round.
thank you california!




one of the farmers saw me sneaking some photos,
and he motioned me over.
{boy, how i thought i was in trouble!}
he asked me
"what is the most important thing at the farmer's market?"
i replied, after thinking only three seconds,
"the people."
"good answer! but not what i was looking for.
are you an anthropology student?"
no. i once was an anthro student,
but graduated in history.
and my photos are for a photography class.
"oh. well i get lots of anthropolgy students who are
assigned to come and observe at the market."
...


we keep up our conversation.
he tells me that what he usually tells the students
that the most important thing at the farmer's market
is the farmers grow what they sell.
i add that it's the interaction between the buyers and the farmers...
knowing where your food comes from and how it is grown.
it eliminates the middle man,
and puts money right into the farmers' pockets.
plus,
the farmers' market is cheaper than the grocery store
and the food is fresh, fresh, fresh!





















do you go to a farmers' market?
which one is your favorite?
why do you go?

on food, farmers, and family...and community and democracy...

9.11.2009

last saturday i had the pleasure of hanging out with mo
at her farmer's market booth.
it was interesting to watch people and talk with people there.
i wondered at how so many different people
could be gathered together in the same place
for the same reason: good, fresh food.
conservatives & liberals, urbanites & ruralites, etc.
all together, getting along.
shouldn't there be a lesson in this somewhere?

anyway, been reading kingsolver's lovely book, and i had to share:
"consider how americans might respond to a proposal that agriculture was to become a mandatory subject in all schools, alongside reading and mathematics. a fair number of parents would get hot under the collar to see their kids' attention being pulled away from the essentials of grammar, the all-important trigonometry, to make room for down-on-the-farm stuff. the baby boom psyche embraces a powerful presumption that education is a key to moving away from manual labor, and dirt...it's good enough for us that somebody, somewhere, kknows food production well enough to serve the rest of us with all we need ot eat, each day of our lives. if that is true, why isn't it good enough for someone else to know multiplication and the contents of the Bill of Rights? Is the story of bread, from tilled ground to our table, less relevant to our lives than the history of the thirteen colonies? couldn't one make a caase for the relevance of a subject that informs choices we make daily--as in, what's for dinner? isn't ignorance of our food sources causing problems as diverse as overdependence on petroleum, and an epidemic of diet-related diseases?" (page 9)

"No cashier held a gun to our heads and made us supersize it, true enough. But humans have a built-in weakness for fats and sugar. We evolved in lean environments where it was a big plus for survival to gorge on calorie-dense foods whenever we found them. Whether or not they understand the biology, food marketers know the weakness and have exploited it without mercy. Obesity is generally viewed as a failure of personal resolve, with no acknowledgment of the genuine conspiracy in this historical scheme. People actually did sit in strategy meetings discussing ways to get all those surplus calories into people who neither needed nor wished to consume them. Children have been targeted especially; food companies pay over $10 billion a year selling food brands to kids, and it isn't broccoli they're pushing. Overweight children are a demographic in many ways similar to minors addicted to cigarettes, with one notable exception: their parents are usually their suppliers. We all subsidize the cheap calories with our tax dollars, the strategists make fortunes, and the overweight consumers get blamed for the violation. The perfect crime." (page 15).


"the main barrier standing between ourselves and a local-food culture is not price, but attitude. the most difficult requirements are patience and a pinch of restraint--virtues that are hardly the property of the wealthy. these virtues seem to find precious little shelter, in fact, in any modern quarter of this nation founded by Puritans. furthermore, we apply them selectively: browbeating our teenagers with the message that they should wait for sex, for example. only if they wait to experience intercourse under the ideal circumstances (the story goes), will they know its true value. 'blah blah blah,' hears the teenager: words issuing from a mouth that can't even wiat for the right time to eat tomatoes, but instead consumes tasteless ones all winter to satisfy a craving for everything now. we're raising children on the definition of promiscuity if we feed them a casual, indiscriminate mingling of foods from every season plucked from the supermarket, ignoring how our sustenance is cheapened by wholesale desires." (page 31)



"tod murphy's [owner of the Farmers Diner Smokehouse in Vermont] background was farming. the greatest economic challenge he and his farming neighbors faced was finding a market for their good products. opening this diner seemed to him like a red-blooded american kind of project. thomas jefferson, tod points out, presumed on the basis of colonial experience that farming and democracy are intimately connected. cultivation of land meets the needs of the farmer, the neighbors, and the community, and keeps people independent from domineering centralized powers. 'in jefferson's time,' he says, 'that was the king. in ours, it's multinational coporations.' tod didn't think he needed to rewrite the Declaration of Independence, just a good business plan. he found investors and opened the Farmers Diner, whose slogan is 'think locally, act neighborly.'" (page 150)


GO TO THE FARMER'S MARKET THIS WEEKEND!
YOU'LL BE GLAD YOU DID.
photos by me. salt lake farmer's market, september 2009.


farmers, friends, & flowers

6.17.2009

some friends stopped by to see us on their way to yosemite.

so we made a stop by the farmer's market

we ate delicious tamales...mmmm
and chitter-chattered non-stop.
you do that when it feels
difficult to find soulmates...
somedays soulmates seem to be something of dreams
other days, they show up on your doorstep.



we were oh so happy to have
ashley visit.
she makes us feel sane
when most days we feel quite the opposite.


can't get enough of the farmer's market.
it's cheap, fresh, and just lovely to be part of.
hoping for safe travels for all our friends!
photos by ceej and i. june 2009. sacramento farmer's market.