Images of our new spa taken by photographer Edward Duarte

In partnership with Francis and Alexander (of Auberge du Soleil, Calistoga Ranch, Solage, and Mansion on Peachtree fame, just to name a few) Farmhouse, or rather I, get to announce the launch of our fabulous new farm-to-table spa- Spa at Farmhouse, by Francis and Alexander.  Romantic couples treatments, girls getaways or individual therapeutic healing, our new spa embraces and celebrates it all!  Exciting, huh?  Well, it really, really is for us.  Spas are hard.  Really hard.  I should know.  My brother, Joe and I have been at this for nine years.  And we’re just getting it right. 

Peggy Francis and Loma Alexander

 Joe and I bought the then rundown and oh so creepy (but loaded with potential and a great location in the Russian River Valley Wine Country!)  Farmhouse back in 2001 (Valentine’s Day was our first day of ownership), with an incredibly optimistic business plan and about $.50 to update the entire property and realize our “vision”  (oh my!).   

For what seemed like the worst, but turned out to be the better, we didn’t have the upfront money to simply come in and fix everything that was wrong .  We had to do it bit by bit, as we earned the money.  But, in retrospect, we could have spent millions- and we’d have spent it all wrong. Our first “direction” for the property “Wine Country Chic Amid the Vines” (what does that even mean?) involved a lot of shiny fabric that couldn’t be burned with a blow torch or stained with squid ink…  (apparently we didn’t have much faith in our guests-to-be…)  Although we’ve always emphasized local, seasonal and organic- for ages, we just didn’t know how to take that out of the restaurant and into the rest of the business.

We”ll, through endless fits and starts, we’ve finally come to a point where Farmhouse is a truly Farm-to-Table property-wide.  Meaning that the food and products from the farm, ours and our neighbors,  make their way into every corner of the business.  From breakfast to spa to dinner to the product you use in your after dinner bath, the farm is present.

Early winter honey from the bees on our ranch

Last year we added the Barn, redecorated and re-renovated the Cottages and restaurant- and last but far from least, we’re finally launching the spa we’ve been dreaming of.

The spa has been, by far, the toughest thing to get our arms around.  When we purchased Farmhouse, our then marketing consultant convinced us that we needed a “spa”.  Guests of a “Wine Country Chic” Inn wanted massage!  Well, that sounded good to us.  So we hired a local massage therapist to head it up, got some phone numbers from some local therapists and voila!  Most of our rooms were too small to fit a massage table, so our “spa” moved all over the property, each location weirder, colder and more remote than the last. 

Finally, about 5 years ago, Joe and I decided to give our little spa a home at last.  Still, with no budget, we committed our vast and completely under utilized “event center” (that’s a whole other story) to the spa.  We built some walls, painted them sky blue and yellow (I know, what was I thinking), brought in a wonderful local woman to “manage” it, and called it a day.  With grand dreams of farm-to-table treatments, utilizing our own cream, eggs and honey, Joe and I waited.  And waited.  And, what we ultimately found out was that spa is easy to talk about and as hard to make happen as a Michelin Starred restaurant.  See, we’re learning as we go!

Outdoor massage, fireside on a Barn deck

This time, I think we’ve done it right.  We turned to Myra Hoefer again for the interior design.  Weathered wood floors, creamy wainscotted walls and fresh, farmy accents have evolved our two spa rooms into cozy, warm and simply lovely spaces.  Our great room has been transformed into a haven for relaxation.  Comfy chairs, ottomans and sofas invite guests to choose one of our many lovely spa, art or design books off our huge farm table (or bring a book of their own) and stay a while. 

One of our lovely new spa rooms, designed by Myra Hoefer

Well, I’m so pleased and proud of the partnership that we’ve created and that’s resulted in our incredible new spa!  Please, take a look at our new spa menu, an actual masterpiece by Francis and Alexander.  We think it’s simply delightful- and hope you’ll join us soon and take advantage of one of our new treatments.  They’re all so exciting and will make you feel divine.   ”Catherine’s Favorite” really is my favorite.  Every time I have it my five year old daughter makes me bring her a towel with the delicious scented oil for her to sleep with (cute, huh?).  But the Carrot, Carrot, Carrot is wonderful too.  Loma actually has added a fresh carrot eye treatment and has been finishing it up with a carrot muffin.  So Carrot times 5?  Maybe too much.  Then again, maybe not.

My own naivete continues to amaze me.  I could be talking about any number of weird little things that come up during the course of a day- but, in this instance, I’m talking about a little conversation my brother and I had, sitting in this very cramped, little office, about a year ago.  It went something like this, “Cath, this construction project is really a lot of work”.  “True, Joe, but once the building’s up and we have all of the interior work done, then we can really relax for a while.”  “Yeah, wow, what are we going to do with all of our time??”  “Well, Joe, I hadn’t thought about that.  Probably take some vacations?  And I’ll have time to blog all the time!”…

Needless to say, once we finished building the building and expanding the property, we had to learn how to run the thing.  And, while it’s been challenging in a number of ways, to go from a tidy little ten room country inn to what really amounts to a small hotel, in a recession to boot,  I don’t think we’d change a thing. 

So, this is a long way of saying that I really thought I’d have more time to write blog entries.  But, I spend all of my time working on sales, marketing and public relations programs, plus all of the wonderful fun day-to-day stuff that still goes on everyday.  Joe and I have brought on some amazing, incredibly talented consultants to help us brand and position Farmhouse, and now we have a lot of meetings.  But, boy, have we learned a lot.  And it has actually been so much fun!

But, here it is, a super-rainy day.  Joe’s gone on an actual vacation (Nevada to take the kids to see the in-laws, but I’m calling it a vacation…)  My meetings are done for the day.  The river is rising, and I’m drinking a fabulous cup of cocoa and thinking about how lucky I am. 

Here’s the recipe for the cocoa and marshmallows- in case you’re in the mood for something cozy.  (This is a great rainy day project with kids, too).

Cocoa Mix

2 cups powdered sugar
1 cup cocoa (we use Valhrona)
2 1/2 cups powdered milk
1 teaspoon salt
2 teaspoons cornstarch
1 pinch cayenne pepper, or more to taste
Homemade marshmallows
Hot water or millk
Preparation:

Combine all ingredients in a mixing bowl and incorporate evenly. In a small pot, heat 4 to 6 cups of water.Fill your mug half full with the mixture and pour in hot water or milk. Stir to combine. Add marshmallows to taste. Seal the rest in an airtight container, keeps indefinitely in the pantry.

Vanilla or Peppermint Marshmallows       
 
3 envelopes of unflavored gelatin ·        
1/2 cup cold water ·        
2 cups granulated sugar ·        
2/3 cups corn syrup ·        
1/4 cup water ·        
1/4 teaspoon salt ·        
1 Tablespoon pure vanilla or peppermint extract ·        
Confectioners’ sugar for dredging
Preparation:
In the bowl of an electric mixer, sprinkle gelatin over 1/2 cup cold water. Soak for 10 minutes.
Combine sugar, corn syrup, and 1/4 cup water in a small saucepan. Bring to a boil and boil hard for 1 minute. Pour boiling syrup into gelatin and mix at high speed. Add the salt and beat for 12 minutes. Add extract and incorporate into mixture.
 Scrape into a 9 x 9-inch pan lined with oiled plastic wrap and spread evenly.
(Note: Lightly oil hands and spatula or bowl scraper).
After pouring marshmallow mixture into the pan, take another piece of plastic wrap and press mixture into the pan.
Let mixture sit for a few hours. Remove from pan, dredge the marshmallow slab with confectioners’ sugar and cut into 12 equal pieces with scissors (the best tool for the job) or a chef’s knife. Dredge each piece of marshmallow in confectioners’ sugar.

Hope you enjoy it.  I sure am.

I don’t know about you, but I’ve come full circle when it comes to holiday giving.  Forget anything big or fancy- I’m enchanted by the idea of someone making something for me.  Any little thing.  A few cookies or a jar of jam.  Those wonderful little things are what make me feel great.  It’s so easy to just whip out or get online and buy something.  But something homemade is so much more.  It’s the experience of giving as much as receiving.  Some of the best holiday memories are made over baking, mixing, sewing gifts for our friends and family.

This year my children and I are making just about everything we’re giving.  We’re drying rosemary from our ranch, stripping it and bundling it with a tin of our favorite Honey-Rosemary Shortbread and the recipe. 

We’re also using wonderful local salt and essential oils and dried herbs to create bath salts and body scrubs.  We package them in one cup Ball jars and tie them with twine and stamped note cards.  In case you’re motivated to try, here’s a recipe I particularly like:

Just follow the directions to fill and decorate four glass jars.

General Instructions:
1. Collect your jars, then wash and dry thoroughly.

2. For most bath salts recipes you can use your choice of epsom salts or sea salt, with baking soda, if desired, or a combination of all three. One good mix is one cup of epsom salts, with 1/4 cup of sea salt, and two or three tablespoons of baking soda. A little more or less of each ingredient is fine for most bath salts. Epsom salts and sea salt are soothing for tired muscles, while both will gently soften the water for a luxurious bath experience. You could also add a tablespoon or two of finely ground regular oatmeal (not quick cooking) for silky, skin-softening water.

3. Fill each jar to the top with the combination of bath salts that you plan to use. Empty the salts into a mixing jar. Add your choice of essential oil - how many drops you use is a personal preference, but start with two or three drops and see if you like the fragrance. The same goes for the liquid food coloring; sometimes I use quite a few drops of food color to get the strong hue that I like, but so far it hasn’t stained the bath tub or anyone’s skin. Remember that the color and fragrance will be much diluted in the bath water. Stir the salts vigorously until all ingredients are thoroughly combined.

You can find downloadable lables at marthastewart.com, or we just use seasonal stamps on little tags that I purchase at the craft store. 

If you’d like my honey-rosemary shortbread recipe, let me know.  It’s really fantastic!

Happy holidays!

I held my annual “Day After Thanksgiving Potluck” out on the ranch yesterday.  All those great shared dishes got me thinking about my all time favorite take-along recipes.  Here’s the recipe for our famous Macaroni and Cheese- you can use Italian cheeses, but we substitute local Bellwether Carmoday and Vella Dry Jack.  It’s great for a holiday buffet, or travels well, too.  I’d love to hear about your favorite take-along dishes for the holiday season…

Farmhouse Macaroni and Cheese

7 tablespoons unsalted butter (or 6 tablespoons unsalted butter and 1 tablespoon truffle butter)
1/4 cup plus 2 tablespoons all-purpose flour
4 cups milk
1 1/2 teaspoons dry mustard
1/8 teaspoon cayenne, or to taste
1 pound elbow macaroni
3 1/2 cups coarsely grated Italian Fontina cheese (about 10 ounces)
1 1/3 cups freshly grated Parmesan cheese (about 4 ounces)
1 cup fresh bread crumbs

Preheat oven to 350°F. and butter a 3- to 4-quart gratin dish or other shallow baking dish.

In a heavy saucepan melt 6 tablespoons butter over moderately low heat. Add flour and cook roux, whisking, 3 minutes. Add milk in a stream, whisking, and bring to a boil, whisking. Add mustard, cayenne, and salt and pepper to taste and simmer sauce, whisking occasionally, until thickened, about 2 minutes.

In a kettle of salted boiling water cook macaroni until just al dente, about 7 minutes, and drain well. In a large bowl stir together macaroni, sauce, Fontina, and 1 cup Parmesan and transfer to prepared dish.

In a small bowl stir together bread crumbs and remaining 1/3 cup Parmesan and sprinkle evenly over macaroni. Cut remaining 1 tablespoon butter (or truffle butter) into bits and scatter over topping.

Bake macaroni in middle of oven 25 to 30 minutes, or until golden and bubbling.

Serves 6 to 8 as entrée or 8 to 10 as a side dish.

Farmhouse Inn and Restaurant

For those of you who cook Thanksgiving dinner, you may be able to relate to what I’m saying.  You plan and plan and cook and cook and everyone sits down and it’s over.  If you’re like us, you linger, and eat a little and drink a little and eat a little more.   But still, for all the preparation and time that goes into getting it on the table,  don’t you think that all-important holiday dinner should last at least all day and probably all night as well?

That’s how I feel about the grape harvest on our ranch.    From about January, when our crew comes in and prunes our pinot noir vines, we’re thinking about harvest.  We worry about frost and wind and heat through the winter and spring when the vines are blooming and the fruit is setting its clusters.  Frost can wither the tender shoots, impacting production, wind can blow the petals away before the flowers set, and heat can make them shrivel and shatter.  Then we worry about mildew and heat again all summer long.  Our foggy mornings and occasional rains can cause rot in the clusters and the heat can sunburn the fragile skins.  As harvest approaches, we start watching the fruit change color from green to vibrant purple and then the birds come.  So we net the vineyard and hope they weren’t too far ahead of us. 

Finally with the netting on and the grapes all purple, we wait.  And watch.  We’re waiting for the grape to reach maturity.  That moment in time when the seeds are crunchy and the pulp is perfectly sweet and acidic and the skins are still plump and shiny.  And then we get the call.  “Harvest tomorrow!”

They come the day before and unload the bright yellow picking bins, the tractor and forklift and the transport bins.  We take the kids down to watch and the excitement is palpable.  It’s coming, harvest!

Then the next morning at about 4am, when it’s still dark and cool and a little damp, we hear the tractor start to rumble and the lights go on.  We wake the kids and run outside to watch the first moments.  The pickers getting their knives and bins, the headlights from the tractor guiding them to the first vines.  And it starts. 

By the time we get up a few hours later, it’s virtually over.    The sun’s come up.  The vines are bare.  All that’s out there is our end row crop of grenache- sad and lonely and still half green.  The crew is on to the next site.  The transport truck is loaded and harvest is over. 

Oh well, at least I don’t have to wash the dishes.

Do you do that?  I do.  If I’m working on a yard project of just my annual “junk purge”, I schedule a party (yes, those of you who know me, knot that I’ll throw a party for just about any reason) and voila!  instant incentive to keep to a schedule.  Joe and I have been working for months now on the final “renovation project”, well, final in this round anyway, at Farmhouse.  The Spa and Carriage House.  We’ve converted an under utilized room adjacent to the spa building into a multi purpose room/salon.

About a month ago, I started to realize that this was one of those projects that could linger, half finished with loads of potential, into infinity.  So, when my good friend, Kathryn Sloan of Small Vines winery mentioned that she was having a hard time finding a venue for her annual release party, as they say “a light bulb went off” (I know, on).  So I suggested she use my awesome new Carriage House.  When I took her up to show her- and she looked around at the piles of debris (from our expansion/remodel earlier in the year), scratched walls and hideous curtains, I could hear her thinking “Great, Cath, thanks for the offer!”. 

But, to her credit, she took me up on it and it worked.  By this Saturday morning, we were painted, re furnished, paintings on the walls, candles lit and ready to welcome her guests.  Kathryn and Paul did us credit!  Their wines are fabulous and showed beautifully. Here’s Paul pouring his lovely pinot noir.

Small Vines Winemaker, Paul Sloan

our new Carriage House Salon

What fun!  Myra Hoefer (who did our Barn and all of our renovation) came in and worked her magic on this one too.  A long rustic farm table flanked by beautiful linen-draped chairs, a huge carriage-house lantern with lovely candles, slipper chairs and comfy arm chairs all work together to create an environment that is elegant yet casual and very welcoming.

This room has a great future at Farmhouse.  For the holidays this year, it will play home to our new, complimentary to Farmhouse guests, Artisan Crafting programs, Wine Tasting Classes with our MS, Geoff Kruth or Matt Stamp, Visiting Winemaker Series and much more.   We’ll also use it for small meetings, tiny weddings and we have some great Spa Day packages in the works.

So, take a look at our Holiday packages, I hope you’ll come visit and take advantage of our new space and all its offerings!

Keep an eye out, we’re launching a new program where Facebook Fans can win free, yes FREE, absolutely free, no-strings-attached, stays at Farmhouse, simply by seeing the offer and calling in.  Sound too good to be true?  We’ll sign up and find out…

So, back in January, Rod and I decided the kids were big enough, and the economy was getting tight enough that we’d finally invest in that sexiest-of-all-vehicles, the Fleetwood  tent trailer.  Yes, the one your folks, or your neighbors, or that somewhat geeky person that you knew had.  Or maybe someone really cool, but my associations are pretty geeky. 

There she is in all her camping glory!

So, on a really dismal, pouring-down-rain-day (because when I decide it’s time, it’s time, rain or not) we loaded up the kids (Helen in a black cat suit, tail, ears and all) and trekked down to our local seller of RVs.  And lo and behold, there on the lot, all popped out and splendid in it’s fabulous navy blue and burgundy trim with its oh so homey curtains and linoleum, was our soon-to-be home away from home. 

Do you think we were aspiring to great adventures in Yosemite or the Grand Canyon?  Treks down into Monterey or up into Eureka?  Nope, we just wanted to camp at the coast.  And that’s all we ever do.  Ten or more times now since January.  Down to Doran Beach, up to Wright’s Beach.  Our friends (and especially my brother Joe, who also has a tent trailer, was our inspiration, and travels all over the greater American West with it) have come to find our very limited selection of destinations a little boring.   Maybe even a little weird.

The view from our campsite.

But not us.  We love it.  This past weekend, we were out at Wright’s Beach. Spot number nine.  Eight has better views of the insanely dangerous surf and astronomically huge waves- and occasional whales- but nine is cozy, tucked in and has its own little fairy forest where the kids explore and play endlessly.

The weather, this past weekend, was epic.  The first night, Friday, while we were all fast asleep in what has become a really beloved little home, Sonoma County and beyond was attacked by a totally out of character September lightening and thunder storm.  We awoke to a pattering of soft rain and a lightening show, over the ocean, that was beyond cool.  It lasted for hours, and we sat around the revived camp fire, all bundled in our foul weather gear, sipping wine and feeling like we were a million miles from Wine County in late summer. 

By morning, the sun was out, everything was dry-ish and the lightening from the night before seemed like a dream.  Except for the fact that all of our neighbors couldn’t stop talking about it.  Wright’s Beach is like that.  It’s set up like a little neighborhood.  And as often as not, all of the kids form an instant pack and all of the grown-ups meet on the beach at some point, and it gets very friendly.  Which we usually like.

Rocco flying a kite with our neighbor, Mike.

Yes, and breakfast and lunch too!  We’re sold, we’re excited, we’re totally turned on.  How did this come about, you might ask.  Well, slowly actually.  We’ve been reading about the health benefits of various seaweeds and sea vegetables- they’re really high in trace minerals and vitamins, and they’re reputed to have wonderful, medicinal qualities.  But, we haven’t been able to commit to integrating it into our daily routines.  Until this past weekend.

In an effort to regroup and come down from a really crazy summer/year, Rod and I rented a little house up at Sea Ranch for a week. 

The view from our house

Sea Ranch is one of our absolute favorite spots in the world.  Just an hour away from Forestville, but a whole world away from our day to day.  Seven days of nothing but rugged coastline and, beautiful beaches, totally isolated, but surrounded by a really exciting, eclectic community.  When things get crazy, we pack and head up the coast.  We eat, we drink and we just hang out together.  And inevitably, we encounter something new and exciting that comes home with us.  No, not the snake. 

Helen and her "beach pet" a small, friendly snake

At the Gualala Farmer’s Market last Saturday, we were pleasantly surprised to find a small but thriving community of

Biodynamic for 32 years.

biodynamic and just plain-old farmers, beekeepers and environmentalists all working together and producing/creating a diverse and beautiful collection of crafts and edibles.  Of course we picked up loads of dry farmed tomatoes, lacey lettuces and absolutely gorgeous coastal berries and some fantastic pickles. 

Wild halibut tacos with local tomato salsa, shell beans and, of couse, kombu!

 But, what really caught our attention, were two different stalls.  One with beautifully crafted containers of salt and what looked like a seasoning mix.  And one with bags and bags of dried seaweed and vegetables piled in big baskets. 

The first turned out to be a new venture, The Mendocino Sea Salt Company,

Bob and Lora La Mar, and their bounty

started by Bob and Lora La Mar when fishery closures forced their commercial fishing business to close its doors.  Rather than dry up and move away, they discovered another sea harvest.  Salt!  Bob takes the boat out into deep areas off the Mendocino and Sonoma Coasts and gathers water.  He brings it ashore and through a painstaking and meticulous process, crystalizes the salt, extracts it and packages it for sale.  Lora, who’s a passionate cook, has created a blend, using locally harvested seaweeds, ground and blended with the salt.  At first taste we were hooked.  We picked up some salt and some of the blend, which they call Seasoning Sand, and we’ve been using it on everything. It’s local, it’s amazing and it’s healthy!  They’re bringing in samples.  I”m hoping to start using it in the restaurant.

The other stall housed Gualala Seaweed Products.  Founded by the self-proclaimed, and I think actually Renaissance woman, Donna Bishop, they sell all kinds of edible seaweed and seaweed products.  Donna does all of the harvesting, drying and processing herself.  We picked up some of her Kombu- which is particularly great added to beans, while they’re cooking, stews and soups. 

If you haven’t tuned into seaweed yet, look into it.  It doesn’t just taste good, it’s easy to use, really versatile, and a super-powerhouse.  Best of all, for me anyway, now we can get it locally!

Helen and Rocco having a tong battle. Things get interesting when we're just hanging out...

I know, that sounds really cute.  Gotta get my Farmer’s Market fix?  Or what?  I go postal for want of fresh picked peas?  I go into fits from the absence of perfectly ripe heirloom tomatoes perched, all fragrant and enticing, on my kitchen counter?  Well yes.  Actually.  I realize that that’s just kind of precious.  I live in Wine Country, it’s all about the “lifestyle”, here, right?  So we put on our big straw hats, grab our chic, but totally organic market baskets, and we head to the market to see and be seen by other fabulous Wine Country-lifestyle-types, while we purchase perfectly peeled, dewy produce and feel so good about “doing the right thing”.  Isn’t is just so green to be addicted to the Farmer’s market? 

Actually, that’s not it at all.  Eating fresh, seasonal food, grown or made by people you know and like, is addictive.  Not gotta have my Twinkie addictive, but it becomes a sort of food for your soul as much as anything.  Plus, our Farmer’s Market is just so much fun!   We go to Sebastopol and Occidental.  Western Sonoma County.  The Green Capital of America.  More kids per capita than any other towns anywhere.  Barely even Wine Country at all.  Not to say that Wine Country doesn’t have it’s share of Farmer’s Markets that are more, say, glamorous.  But they’re not over here in West County.

Sunday morning is all about the market.  We roll out of bed, load up the kids and the stroller, grab coffee and a donut at My Friend Joe’s (yes, an actual donut.  Helen likes the ones with sprinkles,

Pink sprinkles for Helen thank you very much

Rod goes for Old Fashioned and Rocco will take anything we give him.  For me, it’s those greasy double-fried apple fritter things.  I know it’s gross, but it’s only once a week… And, we’re on the way to Nutrition Nirvana…) and head for Sebastopol. 

The Farmer’s Markets are a weekly festival.  Music, food, crafts and incredible produce grown by dynamic farmers.  We load Rocco into the stroller/shopping cart  (the super-grubby, falling apart thing that used to be Helen’s) and away we go. 

First stop (always, can’t be missed or skipped) Hector’s stand, for honey sticks.  $.25 each.  Everyone gets two.  Helen is in charge of choosing flavors and passing out.  We also get spring garlic, sweet onions and lemon cucumbers from Hector. 

That's Hector

Next, once the kids are good and sticky, we make our way all the way to the end of the market.  Got to see who’s got what.  And it gives the kids a chance to “check out the scene”. 

While we sort of “troll” the market, we decide the menu for the week.  We have to be strategic- because we’re committed to eating everything we buy.  Before next Sunday.  Beautiful squash blossoms?  Great, what are they going into?  And when?  

This week’s Sunday dinner ended up being our favorite salad of yellow wax beans (the ones tinged with green that are unbearably fresh and sweet tasting) and grilled fresh, wild Copper River salmon with a sorrel aioli. 

Full Circle Breads

The salad is one we live on in the summer.  My grandmother made it religiously every Sunday for my uncle. When she had beans in the garden, anyway.  We called it “Cuncia”.  I’m not sure where it got the name, but it’s basically tender green beans with sweet onions, olive oil and red wine vinegar.  The trick it tossing the beans with the oil and vinegar and salt when they’re still warm.  They get the most amazing flavor.  In my family you could add canned tuna- the really good Italian stuff packed in oil, you could add potatoes, starchy ones, so the potatoes break up and coat the beans, pesto (that’s from my great grandmother, who put pesto on everything), and that’s it.  End of the line.  Can’t add anything else.  Well, we do.  Tomatoes, olives, cucumber, you name it, it all works and is really good. 

The sorrel aioli or mayonnaise is also a basic at our house.  Pretty much every Sunday Rod makes some form of aioli from whatever herbs we find: nettles, sorrel and basil are standard for us with our eggs and some McEvoy olive oil.  We smear it on everything all week. 

Jill from Crescent Moon Farm

Anyway, back at the market… We make our stops at Crescent Moon for all of our hot fresh and dried ground chili peppers (we use a lot of peppers) and heirloom shelling beans, Laguna Farm for lettuces and the sweetest carrots you’ve ever had-their corn is fantastic too.

Then we head over to see Mateoat his Yucatan Tamale cart for “Farmer’s Market Huevos Rancheros”.  Fresh duck eggs, housemade tortillas, fresh salsa, peppers from Cresent Moon.  You get the picture.  And an agua fresca- this week was peach and thyme. 

We eat while the kids dance in the fountain with the other jillion half naked, tribal toddlers and pop in for occasional bites and slurps.  There’s always live music.  Sometimes its great, sometimes it’s not, but the kids always love it, and actually we do too.   The Farmer’s Market, like the seasons themselves only lasts a short while.  We anticipate its arrival, we mourn its departure and we sure make the most of  it while it’s here.