Today I needed eggs, and being back in Asheville I knew I could just drive a mile or 2 and end up at my favorite little shack/farm stand to get what I needed. There’s just nothing like fresh eggs- not even the most expensive, organic, cage-free, grass-fed supermarket eggs could ever hope to compete with the little farm that sells me fresh-from-the-chicken eggs. Their beautiful orange-gold-yellow yolks taste so fresh and wonderful that I am spoiled for any other.
This weekend my downtown farmer’s market is open for business and I’m ready to fill my kitchen with gorgeous spring vegetables- peas, ramps, radishes, lettuces…oh my! Real, unprocessed fresh food makes me happy. I’m eagerly perusing my cookbooks in search of the perfect recipe to complement my planned bounty.