No weekend is complete without a trip to our local market. I joke that I’m more 92 than 29, so fittingly, after a morning yoga class I’m wandering the market and often in the same order: coffee, deli hall (for the amazing chicken sausage sample; yeah, I know), the Greek providore for a cabbage roll in the sun, my flower lady and, on my way out, the fruit and veg vendors.
On the weekends, particularly a Sunday, the fruit and veg stalls have $1 tables, loaded with bunches of greens, stone fruit, bananas and root vegetables of all kinds. Last weekend, I scored a big sack of potatoes for a buck, and so followed this tasty little roast. [Read more…]