Farmer's Market

The only thing that I'll voluntarily wake up early for is the Farmer's Market.

Well, even that sometimes isn't true...

I offered to make Sunday dinner since we had a large bag of rigatoni that no one had any idea what to do with other than ask me if I wanted to cook, apparently.  I saw it as motivation to get my ass up and out early and not waste away in bed all Sunday afternoon.  What I love about the farmer's market is, other than the smell and the taste of fresh kettle corn, the chance to walk around outdoors and shop for some of the freshest fruits and veggies of the season.  There's something about eating produce and even coffee cakes from the farmer's market that makes me feel better about what I'm putting in my body (not that cake for breakfast outdoors is any better for you than at Sprinkles) I do, I do feel less guilty about eating sweets at a farmer's market than I would at say, Starbucks. Go figure.

I made a really simple pasta sauced only by what liquid was given off by the cherry tomatoes and the slowly infused garlic and olive oil that I made.  Tossed the pasta in that with sauteed eggplant, mushrooms, fresh snap peas with tons of basil and red chili flakes.  

Spoonfuls of freshly grated Parmigiano Reggiano on top didn't hurt either.  Although next time I make this, I think I'm going to just chunk up the Parm instead.