Get them green tomatoes

Last Friday P sent me a link about green tomatoes that were at the Union Square farmers' market, were only in season for a week, and were AMAZING! INCREDIBLE! STUPENDOUS!

So I hotfooted it over there and found this one booth run by a crazy couple. The woman was completely blotto drunk seeming (who knows? perhaps she'd been slurring her words, unable to count money, and making nonsensical jokes since birth). Her husband was wandering around quietly behind her, stacking vegetable crates, etc., a totally sober enabler guy. They had two of the crazy kind of dog pictured running in circles around each other and barking, until the husband finally put them on leashes. But that didn't stop one of the dogs from leaping at the green tomatoes repeatedly for awhile (pictured).

They did taste interesting. But I don't know. When this week rolls around next year, will I have "PURCHASE WEIRD VERDANT TOMATOES!" on my calendar? I doubt it. (P might, though.)

A couple days later I happened to eat a really delicious red grape. I surmised that red grapes must be in season, and after a little research, discovered that Concord grapes were indeed in season! So I bought a big bunch of them from the 10th Street and 2nd Avenue farmers' market. But I soon realized that I must have had a different kind of grape, because Concord grapes aren't really for random munching. So I didn't know what to do with them. I ended up convincing Paul to help me make a Concord grape-based recipe, which resulted in a weird dinner that tasted like sausages, brussel sprouts, and potatoes in grape jelly sauce. I would have posted a picture of this meal, but I find the photographic evidence disturbing.

I think when it comes to food, I am much more of a "bring me a plate of something delicious" kind of person than a "I shall discover and seek out my dinner" one. And it's always good to learn something new about yourself.