Tall Tales from Kansas

My name is Carol. I live in Kansas. I write about stuff that happens to me as I walk through the world. Most of it is true.

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Category: Farmers Market

  • it’s best to learn these things young

    I was delighted to find these little bundles of bittersweet at the market on Saturday. Who would not be delighted to be handed a sweet bouquet like this? Maybe the bittersweet in one hand and a mini pumpkin in the other. These dahlias survived a morning almost frost? Or was it a frost? All I…

  • as photo worthy as the rest

    I was smitten with all the squash and pumpkins Saturday at the market. The blue/gray/green Jarrahdale pumpkins are a particular favorite. I should have gotten some tomatoes, basil, and zucchini and brought them home, roasted the tomatoes, sliced the zucchini, grated some cheese, chiffonaded the herbs, and threw it all in a pan to serve…

  • wielding their celosia like swords

    Let’s just start the farmers market post this week with a little cake porn shall we? I am kinda, sorta, sorry to do this to you on a Monday morning, but there it is. This weekend marked a return of some cooler temps which means it’s hat and jacket weather at the market. There are…

  • very simpatico with the pumpculent

    The return of “pumpculents” is a reason for rejoicing. If, you are a fan of succulents, pumpkins, and all things fall, which I happen to be. Therefore, this morning I rejoiced. I did not sing the hallelujah chorus, but I did want to. This one may or may not be the one that came home…

  • second on the cuteness scale

    This is the quintessential fall farmers market picture. I wanted to get in the truck, drive it to my house, unload all the gourds, then bring the truck back. There was not a sign for what it would cost if that’s what I wanted to do. Second on the cuteness scale were these eggplants. Tucked…

  • Sing your Heart Out

    Here we are, a Saturday morning in September, at the farmers market. These orange/pink/lime zinnias make me want to shriek with delight. Not kidding. Is there a more beautiful, stalwart, flower in the whole entire world? As soon as I got out of the car and turned on the camera this morning I realized it…

  • it’s a sweet/salty thing

    See that heirloom tomato there? The one third from the front on the bottom? It’s a cherokee purple and this morning it got sliced up and eaten atop some of the French sandwich bread that was toasted and buttered, all with a fried egg on top. Nothing beats it. A few grinds of pepper and…

  • firm, sweet, juicy

    Oh the delight of standing in front of a truckload of watermelons, trying to pick the most perfect one, knowing when you get home you will sit on the porch and with the help of your sister, cut this baby open and commence to munching on dripping wedges then spitting seeds, seeing who will win…

  • the way all meals should conclude

    Oh it was lovely at the market this past Saturday. Despite some recent days of oppressive heat, it is not stopping things from growing. The selection of flowers is incredible. I want to get bouquets for every room. This week’s cake was brown butter peach. More on that later. This is the grower of the…

  • when we next have ham and beans and there is not a market going on

    It’s melon season in Lawrence Kansas. Last week was the “man with cantaloupe”, this week is “woman with watermelon”. This was the 50th year anniversary of the farmers market! Everyone was in a celebratory mood. Huckleberries below. What do you do with a huckleberry? Do they have lots of seeds? I will investigate, but left…