The Union Square Farmer’s Market opened for the season today. My summer Saturday ritual now begins: Up at 8, quick breakfast, walk down the hill to the market, and buy vegetables, fruit, and meat with an eye toward the week’s meal planning. I’ve been doing this for the three years the market has been running, so I’m a recognizable regular with most of the vendors.
I visited each stand today:
B & R Artisan Bread, bakers of the best brioche loaf I’ve ever tasted. Today I bought a lof of their light caraway rye.
It’s been three years and I still don’t know the name of this stand. (It doesn’t help that the owner can’t be bothered to put up a sign.) Later in the season he’ll have amazing hen of the woods and lobster mushrooms, but I chose the red leaf lettuce and peppery French breakfast radishes for a salad.
Two pints of strawberries from Drumlin Farm.
The Herb Lyceum had their usual offerings of honey and herbs to plant, but I’ll wait until they have the mixed herb planters in a few weeks, since I don’t have any planing space for a herb garden. The Lyceum is also the produce supplier for Cambridge’s Garden at the Cellar restaurant.
Kimball Fruit Farm gets off to a slow start, but their business will explode later in the summer when their tomato crop comes in. Today I bought their spinach and thin asparagus.
Cook’s Farm Orchard makes fruit pies so good you’ll weep as you eat them. I can never remember the name of the woman who runs the stand — we all call her “the pie lady” — but she remembered me and had saved me a triple berry pie.
The new vendor this year is Fiore Di Nonno who make mozzarella and burrata cheese. Although each vendor at the market can claim to be “local” — if you extend the radius for local to 60 miles or so — none are more local than these cheesemakers. They made the mozzarella the same morning at their kitchen, which is all of six blocks away.
Fiore Di Nonno (“grandfather’s flower”) make only one thing, but they make it perfectly. The mozarella is firm, not mushy, with a bit of bite to it. The cheese’s taste starts salty, but finishes with a buttery richness I’d never experienced before. I’ll be buying a ball of this every week.
Although I don’t have a photo, I also stopped at Stillman’s to buy a dozen fresh eggs. I bought a share in their meat CSA (community sponsored agriculture), which will start next month.
Here’s today’s haul:
I’ll admit that London’s Borough Market has spoiled me for smaller neighborhood markets. But what the Union Square market lacks in depth it more than makes up for in community. I reconnect with people after the long cold winter. We catch up on local news, trade recipes, and generally act like what we are: neighbors.