Perhaps it's not the most tantalizing heading for a food blog but I am in dire need of a cleanse physically and spiritually.
That said, I would like to have a quick word about fresh locally grown vegetables. Yes, going local is today's trend, but the proof is in the pudding. And the pudding is lovely.
Last weekend, the fam and I went to the farmer's market in St. Albert. We approached one of the produce pushers where the lady was handing out carrots from her family's farm. We gratefully accepted and joyfully snacked on our carrots like little rabbits.
I was taken aback. I realized in an instant that I have become accustomed to the flavour and texture of the little, orange, whittled down nubs that you get at the supermarket. I had forgotten what a real, fresh carrot tasted like. Sweet and crunchy. That's it.
I'm not completely poo pooing the ready cleaned carrots and I'll still continue to buy them because they are nutritious convenient alternatives to many processed snack foods.
Rather, I'm praising the fresh and the natural. And reminding myself how tickled my tastebuds get from something so simple.
With Love,
I had the pleasure of having some carrots at the farmer's market as well - tastes just heavenly! Love the blog! Take care.
ReplyDeleteThanks Jocelyn. Glad you share my love for veggies
ReplyDeleteI heard that the little baby carrots are cleaned in chlorine to preserve them. Not sure the truth behind it, but I stopped eating them years ago when I heard it.
ReplyDeleteAlrighty then. No more carrot nubbins for this cowboy. Thanks for the heads up Alyson.
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