Green City Market- I want it all!

 

Oh, how glorious a good farmers’ market is!  I do not go often enough!  That’s it.  With you as my witness, I resolve to frequent the Chicago farmers’ markets waaaaaay more.

My only problem is that I can’t decide what to buy.  I want it all!  I’m like a kid in a candy store… except, screw the candy, I want peppers & eggplant & corn & tomatoes & greens & beets & beans & cheese & pickles & sprouts & herbs & squash & bread &…. well, you get the idea.

So here is some of the beautiful, local produce and such that I HAD to choose from.  I know, you feel for me, don’t you?

 

 

I couldn’t resist these peppers.  Such colors!  I got purple and a redish-yellow one.

 

Can you believe how beautiful these onions are?  (Yes, you probably can.  I can’t help it… I get excited about these things.)

 

There were a bunch of crazy sprouts and micro greens…

Of course, a BUNCH of different kinds of toms.  Ahhhh, summer… how I love thee.

 

 

And fresh bi-colored corn, which I bought, and every herb you can imagine…

 

And albino eggplant, which I didn’t buy because I’d already bought 2 other heirloom varieties.

 

And carrots…

 

Along with every other root imaginable (and some I even hadn’t imagined).

 

And  green beans as long as a garter snake.  I referred to them all afternoon as… go ahead, guess… ‘snake beans’.

 

 

And more peppers than you could shake a stick at.  All colors, shapes and spice levels seemed to be well represented.

 

 

And the bread!  Oh, how beautiful is the bread?!  I gave in and purchased a ‘monkey bread’ (not pictured) from these fine bakers.  It’s a vanilla croissant dough that’s baked in a muffin paper.  It was eggy and buttery and wonderful, as you can imagine.

 

 

The flowers, too, were lovely and in abundance.  Plenty of people were carrying bunches home.

 

 

Lunchtime found us at the burger stand.  Horseradish cheddar and fresh arugula gave this baby a little kick.  Not too shabby.

 

Next time I hit up green city market, though, I won’t be fooled.  I’m heading straight to the tamale stand for the short rib variety… right after a sweet breakfast pastry.  Hey, a girl’s gotta keep up her strength for the shopping!