The Dallas Farmer's Market is just two blocks from First Presbyterian, so I've been going over on Wednesdays (choir night) and Sundays to get produce for us. The so-called "Yellow Shed" is apparently the place to be, with farmers selling their produce straight from the farm (as opposed to so-called "produce dealers", whatever that means). Of course, since everything's bigger in Texas, it's quite large (much different from our beloved Trinity-Bellwoods Farmer's Market... with the sheep's milk cheese... mmmm.......) and there is lots of choice. We've had a couple of rounds of delicious peaches, tomatoes and corn so far, and I'd like to get us some honey there – there is a honey farmer who comes dressed up as a bee (seriously) and has a small glass hive of bees on display.
I knew I was in the South when I noticed, at almost all of the different farmer's booths, cartons of small, light green tuber things with blunt ends – okra! Nick at school says I should really try it, that it's not hot at all (not sure I believe him) and that you just fry them up and eat them. After some more conversation I got it figured out he meant bread them and fry them – I should have known.