Sanctuary from The Mad World
Ask not what you can do for your country. Ask what's for lunch. - Orson Welles

Coinciding with Bittman’s visit to a Parisian market, I too did my own Cuisine du Marché.  It is never a good idea to visit farmers’ market in spring as I often let my eyes do the shopping particularly when faced with fresh and colourful vegetables.

Fresh morel! Never seen that before. Must buy. Arrgh, breakfast radish. They’re out now. Oh no… such tiny daikon. I bought one already but that’s OK. Let’s get it while it’s there. Maybe I can sautee the tops with garlic and ham? (I did). Purple carrots?! I wonder how they taste. Fresh fava!!! (continue…)

I actually don’t mind seasonal eating. Spring is for delicate white asparagus, summer for tomatoes and fruits, autumn for mushroom and squashes, and winter for sausages. I think it’s much better to have limited amount of that season’s specialty with its superior flavour and texture rather than have the same tepid variety throughout the year.

So I’m currently in love with Cherry, summer’s black pearl (and not the Blair variety). Who can resist heaps of heaps of this lustrous, little orbs containing dark, juicy, perfectly flavoured flesh?