Well, that made my weekly trip to the Boulder Farmers' Market like the journey to the center of the earth on May 23. Before I could reach the actual market, I had to journey through merry-go-rounds, giant trampoline harness thingies, people carrying pork chops on a stick, even a fat man in a jester suit, wearing an arm brace, carrying a bucket of balloons and sullenly smoking a cigarette. It was one of those days.
I also saw a few kids eating carrots, and I can't decide if I should have applauded the parents or shouted this at them: "Really, guys? You get vegetables all year, but when you can get an ostrich brat or a crepe filled with chocolate caramel and whipped cream, carrots?"
The market was packed, which was great for the farmers, but not great for me. I blindly grabbed at anything green and/or bright, and ended up with only two things.
First, I elected for some Easter egg radishes because...well...LOOK AT THEM. They look like Easter eggs! I have no idea what to do with them, except maybe hide them around my house when I'm really drunk and then try to find them the next morning.
I also sprang for some spring shallots, if only because I'd never seen them before. I'm much more familiar with spring garlic and spring onions, and was curious to see how different the shallots would be from the other veggies in the allium family.
On the way out, I had to walk back through all the festival food booths again. I grabbed a brat, and although I was tempted by a turkey leg, I left that for Sheehan.
So enjoy your damp hippies and naan wraps, people, because next week Boulder-sanity (which is much different from regular sanity) will return to the market.
