Thursday, July 2, 2009

Bloomington Farmer's Market

There are many things to love about Bloomington, and here is a biggie: the Bloomington Community Farmers' Market. It's one of the few growers-only markets around, which means you're buying your food directly from the people who grow, raise, or make it.


I love the food scene here. It's very accessible. The local celebrity chefs hang out and know the locals, are friends with the farmers, and put on lots of cool events to showcase local foods. For example, the Farmers' Market has farm tours. We're planning to go to the Summer Tour on July 17th, which will feature a tour of three farms: an organic farm, a honey farm, and a flower farm. The day ends with a farmhouse dinner cooked by two local chefs.

The market is different from the California markets in a few key ways. First, and sadly, there isn't as much produce. I couldn't find any avocados (sniff!) and the selection of stone fruit and veggies was limited. However, there is a much better selection of herbs, flowers, and honey.

Second, there were people selling maple syrup that they harvested themselves from a forest just outside of Bloomington!

Third, there are far more dairy products offered: milk, yogurt, and lots and lots of cheese. And...they sell unpasteurized cheese! The dairies get around the pasteurization laws by selling it with a label that it's not for human consumption (wink, wink). We had a hilarious conversation with the lovely folks at Traderspoint Creamery who told us that, if we were to make a cup of coffee...for our dog, for example...our dog would REALLY enjoy the unpasteurized milk in it. We took the hint and bought some, and our dog...I mean, WE...really enjoyed it.

Fourth, there are WAY more meat products offered, from local organic farms. We bought sausages and some awesome grass-fed ribeye steaks from one local ranch, and saw tons more.

Fifth--and this is way crazy to me--there are a ton of AMISH FARMERS who sell stuff at the market. Yes, AMISH FARMERS!!! Aren't you jealous that your farmers' market doesn't have the same level of country charm? I wanted to take a picture so bad but refrained because I thought they would know I just wanted to take a picture of them because they're Amish...which is only 90% true.

Anyway, I bought cheese from a really cute little Amish girl wearing a calico dress and a BONNET (I'm not making this up) named Priscilla. To quote Maryn's friend Jessica: when an Amish girl in a bonnet asks you to buy cheese, what can you say except "F*ck yeah!"

The market even sells local organic roasted coffee. Neat!

The market is downtown and super family friendly. There are balloons for all the kids, information booths for all the local neighborhood associations and parks, and a fountain to splash in:


And let's discuss the dairies a bit more, shall we? I introduced myself to the folks at Traderspoint Creamery and Capriole Farms and have high hopes of becoming BFFs with each of them. Both places have connections to the Bay Area's famed Cowgirl Creamery. The head cheesemaker at Trader's Point trained with them, and the lovely folks at Capriole Farms sell their goat cheese at the Cowgirl Creamery's Ferry Building storefront in San Francisco.

Can we talk a bit more about how fabulous these dairies are? First, take a look at the awesome Dwell-worthy architecture on the main Traderspoint Creamery website. Then, check out the weekly farmers' market that they host each Friday night on their grounds...complete with dinner! Then check out their awesome--and infinitely chic--Loft Restaurant (Sunday brunches, anyone!?) and Dairy Bar, serving ice cream and milkshakes. Um, amazing?

Traderspoint products are made from 100% grassfed cows and their fromage blanc. Is. Seriously. Addictive.

Capriole Goat Cheeses are creamy and delicious, and made from their 55 goats. We met the owner, Judy Schad, who was very taken with Saya.


Her story and commitment to sustainable farming is so inspiring! Check out her amazing spread:

I was particularly taken with her recommendation of pairing wasabi goat cheese with strawberries. I love when strange-sounding combinations result in surprising, fresh, and fun flavors. Yay for Capriole Farms!

P.S. The Piper's Pyramide cheese is to die for. If you can find it, you must buy it.
P.P.S. Daphna's revision reward = a Capriole gift basket. Mmm hmm.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Please Come Back

We miss you sweetheart. I need my baby daddy.

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Haiku

oh what a day; i
fought with a racist lady
she was so stupid

also saya cried
for so so so long last night
give me coffee please

why am i awake?
procrastination all day
now it's 2 a.m.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Dinner with a Side of Feces

Saturday morning, Kris left for a six day conference in Seattle. So for now it's just me and the munchkin. Thank goodness Desma (the admin for 12 faculty including me, and who is so awesome, did I mention that?!) could help babysit this weekend. Another plus is that she has a pet rabbit, which pretty much means endless entertainment for Saya.

I had Desma over to dinner with her boyfriend and two of her girlfriends. We'd met them when Desma invited us to tag along on a trip to Oliver Winery during our first weekend in Bloomington. (Not that you West Coast rappers care about Indiana wineries, because you live near Napa and all that, but the wine there is actually okay and the grounds are amazing...and the tastings are FREE!!! Yay for Indiana prices.)

Anyway, it was the first time I'd cooked in about six weeks, and I was so happy to finally have a break from work, being sick for two weeks, emergency room drama, etc. and be able to do my favorite thing: cooking, chatting, and entertaining.

I got a bunch of great food from Bloomingfoods, the local organic fair-trade co-op, of which I am now a member (i.e., part-owner)! Sure, it doesn't have everything, but it has great produce, decent prices, and some other things I really appreciate. Like, if you want to buy any kind of nut, grain, or rice, you can buy them out of these self-serve canisters, so you only pay for what you use. It's always a pet peeve of mine when I want to buy pecans (or something like that) for a single salad, and end up spending like $9 for a giant bag, most of which I never end up using.

Anway, I found the freshest summer bounty: corn, tomatoes, strawberries, basil, mint, nectarines, and zucchini. And this is what we made together (followed by Desma's deadly cheesecake):

Strawberry mojitos

Basil leaves stuffed with chevre and pine nuts. These were great. They were also ridiculously easy to make.

Corn and tomato scramble. I thought this would be better than it actually was. It needed more seasoning, but sadly my fleur de sel and Tellicherry peppercorns are still in a box somewhere.

Nectarine and blue cheese crostini. This was my own twist on a recipe that Marsha's made for us before. I just toasted crostini with a little olive oil, topped them with ripe, juicy nectarine slices, drizzled a high-quality balsamic reduction over them, and topped with gorgonzola crumbles. Heaven!

Chicken breasts with zucchini pappardelle. A new recipe from Gourmet magazine. Quick, tasty, satisfying. A great go-to weeknight dish.

Everything was going great. Then: I still don't know how this happened. Desma's friend Natsuki was holding Saya, who was wearing a T-shirt and diaper (she WAS wearing a diaper)! Somehow, a giant log of poo rolled OUT the side of Saya's diaper, onto Natsuki's shirt, smeared a little on the super super nice dining room chair, and landed on the floor in a little lump.

Um, yeah.

Don't ask me how this happened. I am just as confused as you are. It was so gross. Desma's boyfriend referred to the area as "Ground Zero."

I checked Saya's diaper. It was on correctly, I swear. Maybe it had slid to the side a little bit before she pooped? Who knows.

The bottom line is: sometimes poo just needs to be free. To mock me at dinner parties.

Natsuki handled the incident with far more grace than I would have. She just asked to borrow a T-shirt and that was that.

So, yes. I have dinner parties where feces end up on my guests and on the floor. Charming.

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