tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018311341701044333.post5052817629767727456..comments2024-03-25T20:06:01.587-04:00Comments on Novel Adventurers: Local Market for Global CuisinesSupriya Savkoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10854983392374596718noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018311341701044333.post-46848196551412000712011-02-08T13:47:41.507-05:002011-02-08T13:47:41.507-05:00Cath, I am always fascinated by farmer's marke...Cath, I am always fascinated by farmer's market's in different countries. I love exploring them learning about the local cuisine that way. It's nice to see that some of the shopping habits are similar even in a place as far away as Australia!<br /><br />Patricia, we're in the middle of blood orange season, too. Our climates are very similar. The kind I love best though are the Cara Cara oranges. Intensely sweet with pink flesh.Heidi Noroozyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03351899620446316075noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018311341701044333.post-58349035837932557142011-02-08T01:18:13.288-05:002011-02-08T01:18:13.288-05:00Markets are my favorite pastime! I have such a ran...Markets are my favorite pastime! I have such a range of choices here in Rome. While most are naturally Italian, there is one that has more diversity. I see vegetables I don't recognize, and there's were I go when I want okra, which Italians don't eat. <br /><br />At my regular market, there are about thirty fruit and/or vegetable stands, several butchers, fish stalls, and cheese-cold cut stands. We're in the middle of blood orange season at the moment, and there are heaps of them at every turn.Patricia Wintonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05095600674659292509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018311341701044333.post-19742805030572735872011-02-07T21:33:51.185-05:002011-02-07T21:33:51.185-05:00What a fabulous farmers market you must have Heidi...What a fabulous farmers market you must have Heidi. I'm in Australia and we have a small one each Saturday near me and I go each week for my fruit and vegies. Although small, the same things happen - people share their recipes, we all talk about the weather, which veges or fruits are in season and which ones tasted great last week. It's friendly and a fabulous way to start the weekend. (And I also learned from my mother to listen to my rockmelon, or cantaloupe as you call them!).<br />CathCatherinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09322007107036171737noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018311341701044333.post-14012757348609775932011-02-07T19:54:43.838-05:002011-02-07T19:54:43.838-05:00Lina, that's how I tell which watermelons to b...Lina, that's how I tell which watermelons to buy. I can't remember who taught me that. With cantaloupes and similar melons, I sniff them. If they smell melony they're ripe. I get funny looks, too.Heidi Noroozyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03351899620446316075noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018311341701044333.post-6287422676862174652011-02-07T13:32:52.017-05:002011-02-07T13:32:52.017-05:00I gotta tell you, shopping at vegetable markets is...I gotta tell you, shopping at vegetable markets is one of my favorite activities. Truly. I can spend an hour in a just a vegetable stand. My husband says that I commune with my food and there’s some truth to that – maybe I don’t really talk to my veggies, but I listen to what they have to say. Like, a good, sweet and juicy cantaloupe must be yellow, feel a bit hard and sound hollow. If it doesn’t - it had been picked too early. It’s a trick I had learned from an old Georgian farmer (meaning back in the Russian Georgia when it was still a Soviet republic) For an American, I must look really weird holding a cantaloupe to my ear and knocking on it gently because every now and then someone asks me what on earth am I doing? I explain. And watch their reaction. Some believe me, others think I’m a fruit myself…Lina Zeldovichhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04258464515913616152noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018311341701044333.post-54398619037922858522011-02-07T13:11:43.585-05:002011-02-07T13:11:43.585-05:00Edith, I feel your pain. :) I grew up in New Engla...Edith, I feel your pain. :) I grew up in New England, so I know how spoiled we are in this mild climate.<br /><br />Gigi, drive down here anytime! I'll give you a tour of my market. :)Heidi Noroozyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03351899620446316075noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018311341701044333.post-17623005236230060832011-02-07T12:15:53.218-05:002011-02-07T12:15:53.218-05:00Wow, my local farmers market isn't nearly as e...Wow, my local farmers market isn't nearly as exciting as yours, Heidi! Maybe I'll have to drive down to your neck of the woods sometime ;)Gigi Pandianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15378365974242102657noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018311341701044333.post-34777874149159487272011-02-07T12:00:02.219-05:002011-02-07T12:00:02.219-05:00You are SO lucky to live in a climate where people...You are SO lucky to live in a climate where people can grow produce year round. When I visit my mother in Ventura in the winter, I always hit up the farmer's market just to feast on the sights and smells (she doesn't have a kitchen, so all I buy is fruit, nuts, and flowers). Here in the snowbelt, we just dream of the day the market opens again, which is months away still.<br /><br />Edith<br />http://edithmaxwell.blogspot.com/Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com