The Omnivorous Fish

Well, sounds like I need to go to the market to at least take a sounding on what they’ve got. I’m a big fan of Paffenroth, but I have to say I’m also kind of a slut for Mountain Sweet Berry and have a hard time not blowing the rent on their greens (their baby wild arugula is transcendent, and strangely enough, keeps longer and better in the fridge than any other I’ve encountered, and they also have these tiny jewel-like heads of an unusual bittersweet lettuce that I can just eat whole, popping them, so to speak).

MMmmm. Time for a market visit, soon. Just to reconnoiter, ya know.

And here in fabulous SpaHa (Spanish Harlem in realestatese), we’ll soon (but not soon enough) have our little Sunday market — three trucks from upstate that cater to the standout ungentrified populations with lots of peppers, tomatillos, epazote, other Mexican herbs I’ve never seen or used, collard greens and other good things…