I’m not the first girl to fall in love at a farm stand, but never was I so usurped as I was standing inside the Killdeer Farm Stand in Norwich, Vermont. The colors were arresting shades of pinks and purples, happy greens and golden orange-yellows. I stood there like an idiot savant, my mind filing the colors into categories, meals, and entire frescoes of flavor.
“I can see this is going to be a while,” András said. “I’ll wait in the car.”
Just then, I turned toward a pile of fragrant sweet corn. I was about to reach in and habitually pull back the outer layer of husk when I read a sign that said “You don’t crack your eggs before you buy them, do you?”
Handsome, and clever. Swoon.
5 comments:
Love the photographs and the mental image painted with your words. Probably because I've been in the same trance (Toph waiting in the car).
I love this blog. You inspire me to eat all things natural and indulge in life experiance. Great post!!!!
I too heart farm stands, farmers markets, and everything that supports the local farmer. My husband, like Andras, would have done the same thing. Except a lot more impatiently that I'm imagining Andras.......
Thanks for the kind words. I know you appreciate the work it takes to not only grow and produce what you encountered, but understand the thought and work that goes into presenting it.
Scott Woolsey
Manager
Killdeer Farm
Dear Scott,
Having your comment on my blog feels like the best of all possible celebrity sightings. I'll be sure to ask for you and meet you in person the next time I head up. Thank you for stopping in!
-Sarah
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