I reach out to grab what looks like a fugi apple but could also very well be gala or or McIntosh for all I know. Selecting one from underneath the pile, I run my finger vertically from the stem to the base and back up across the waxy surface.
The green skin around the stem slowly fades to a light pink right around the top curve of the fruit. Half-way down, the pink intensifies to a deep radish red only rarely permeated by thin ripples of green. Grabbing the apple by its stem, I prepare to give it one last spin to check for any major blemishes.
“On ne touche pas, Madame!”
Continue reading “market day in Vendôme”
Don’t get me wrong, I love the spending time in the big apple. From museums to restaurants to monuments, it’s literally impossible to be bored. But sometimes, I need a reprieve from the hustle and bustle of the city that never sleeps to spend time in nature. Thankfully, I have been able to do just that by swimming, hiking, and soaking up a healthy dose of Vitamin D. I call it my weekend exhales. Continue reading “adventuring out of nyc”
“If you see a really beautiful tomato, don’t you want to know where it came from and how it was grown?” asked John Lee when explaining the advantages of eating local. “People want to have access to their farmer.” Continue reading “a taste of Boston’s local food culture at Allandale Farm”