Category Archives: Food

Day Four: I’m Grateful that I’m (Almost) Over Pumpkin

Pumpkins by Richard Bowen/Used under Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 license

Photo by Richard Bowen/Creative Commons Attribution 2.0

In case you haven’t noticed, this is pumpkin season in America. I don’t mean the big orange gourds that grow on sprawling vines. I mean the flavor, which has become ub-everywhere-iquitous from October through the first of December, when gingerbread vies for its own shot at number one.

Pumpkin Spice Latte even has a hashtag: #PSL

A piece last month on Quartz by Christopher Mims explains how Starbucks stumbled on the stuff ten years ago and examines just how badly the trend has gotten out of hand.

Although I drank so many PSLs in the early years that every Fall I developed a pumpkinish roundness to my cheeks–all four of them–I’m thankful to say I’m finally over it.

As usual, my poor husband, Herman, was the last to know. Continue reading

Six Reasons I Love Farmers Markets

It’s the weekend and that means I’m missing the Farmers Market back home in Fredericksburg. 

When we’re on the road I like to head for the local market if I can.

People and tents at the Farmers Market at the Santa Fe Railyard

The Saturday Farmers Market at the Santa Fe, New Mexico, Railyard

Why do I like farmers markets?

1) I like to support area farmers. When neighboring farmers can make a living, then their land is safer from development and disappearance. My home in Fredericksburg is less than three miles away from I-95, one of the most polluted, clogged, and urbanized highways in the U.S.  Yet just two miles in the other direction are pastures, fields, and breathing space for the soul and the lungs.

Singing River Farm owner playing guitar in his booth at  the Santa Fe Farmers Market

Singing River Farm booth at the Santa Fe Farmers Market, with a singing farmer.

2) I like the quality of produce that is fresh from the ground or the tree branch. At the farmers market I can find tomatoes that don’t smell like plastic, lettuce that was resting on the earth just hours ago, and cucumbers that haven’t been waxed shinier than my kitchen floor. Continue reading