When it came to food, my father was a pain in the butt. A Kansas farmer of German descent, he was a big man, did big work, and burned a ton of calories. At our farm house, we ate meat, potatoes and a vegetable topped off by a good desert – usually a cobbler. Variety, however, was not his thing.
We did not eat salads as most know them – strike any image you have of salad. We had fresh green leaf lettuce doused with a special home dressing or lambs quarters doused with oil and vinegar. I didn’t see head lettuce until I was in high school. I was probably in college before I found fresh spinach. We ate it from a can. In the summer, we simply ate fresh tomatoes, peeled and sliced into great thick slabs.
I think I carry on his prejudices. Although I have learned to love zucchini and yellow squash, my squash of choice is “patty pan.” When I was told this year that we weren’t going to get them at the farmers market, I was gravely disappointed.
“What are these little yellow and green things?” I asked of the imitations of patty pans.
Reluctantly, I took them home and found them disgustingly – well, delicious.
Most of my garden was a bust, but I did salvage the beets. Tonight I had a bowl that somehow became “diced” beets. What!!! Not in my family. We only slice them. Funny, they were delicious.
I think I may get adventurous at the farmer’s market tomorrow morning. A good friend asked me yesterday if I knew what those funny knobby green things that looked like a big white radish were. Yep, I think they are kohlrabi. Haven’t had one for a while and this may be a good week.
When you have a great market, you have good eats. I hope you’re enjoying the same.