22Oct

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Chioggia Beets! Graffiti Cauliflower! Bolero Carrots! Has produce ever sounded so alluring? At the West River Farmer’s Market in Londonderry, Vermont (Open Memorial Day through Columbus Day) there’s a gorgeous bounty of organic greens, fruits, vegetables and a wide array of baked goods just waiting to satisfy your culinary (and noshing) fantasies.

There was a nip in the air as we moseyed on over to Londonderry to snatch up some fresh beets for a raw beet/apple/lemon/mint salad I was craving, and the visit yielded not only root vegetables, but some fun encounters with the locals, too.

Jon Cohen of Deep Meadow Farm, was born a flatlander (he hails from New York) but has over 20 years of experience growing organic produce, flowers and herbs. He gave us a beet-cooking primer and waxed poetic about his love of the land. That’s Jon on the left with his friend and helper. As you can see, they have a knack for growing fuzzy beards, too. I think of them now as the Hirsute Brothers. But that’s just between you, me and Theodore.

A few tents away, we met Lini Mazumdar. A native of India, Lini attended school in Arizona and then later, NYC’s Columbia University. But she’s been a Vermonter off and on now, for over 15 years. Lini’s an herbalist who, under the banners of Anjali Farm and Lotus Moon Medicinals, also raises free-range chickens for eggs, and grows organic vegetables (as well as the medicinal herbs for her practice) along with her husband, Emmett Dunbar.  Lini clearly appreciates all that the Green Mountains have to offer but confessed that there are times when memories of her favorite New York noodle shops leave her longing for the city. Chopping wood in the dead of Vermont’s wicked winters is also not at the top of her ‘my favorite things’ list. But we city/country people try not to pre-worry about such things when the warm nearly-autumn-sun is shining so brightly. And just take one look at Lini’s megawatt smile and you’ll see that her love affair with Vermont still burns brightly.

Before we headed back home, we stopped to admire one of the most gorgeous labrador retrievers I’ve ever seen. The pooch is Michael Collins’ dog. Michael’s and his family operate the Old Athens Farm which strives to grow their produce under the most sustainable conditions possible. One example: they burn waste vegetable oil in their tractor. Cool. But back to the dog…it’s always about the dogs, my friends, you know that now. The labby surveyed the lively market scene from  atop his perch in the back of Michael’s truck. I’m used to labs with a silly streak, like the ones I had when I was a kid and then, fresh out of college. But this guy, entirely composed and most dignified, seemed like an obsidian deity of some kind. I imagine, even if he could speak, he wouldn’t say much. He seems much more like the laconic, philosophical type. I’m not ashamed to say that I snapped enough pictures of this animal to fill a photo album.

Our visit to West River Market marked the perfect end to the summer season. The beet salad was a huge hit, by the way. And we thank the culinary queen, Julie Harvey, for sharing her recipe.

20Oct

photocrati galleryPoor eyesight runs in my family. It would be nice if I could spin that into some mystical point of pride, as in: ‘We’re all nearly legally blind without our contact lenses…And that’s because the Wangs see with their hearts, not their MINDS and EYEBALLS.’ But a -6.0 prescription is what it is: terribly inconvenient and annoying. I realize having eyesight at all is a blessing, so now I’ll shut up and be grateful that corrective eyewear is even an option.

Now and then, I like to stop by NYC shops that exude a unique vibe that defy the cookie-cutter mall-ifyication of our culture. Selima Optique in Soho is just one of those places. They specialize in hand made and vintage glasses, a great many designed by Selima herself, and the place is chock-a-block full of special, colorful frames that can banish even the most persistent memories of ill-fitting childhood specs. (My first glasses were nerd-wear before being nerdy was cool. Paired with gleaming braces, the effect was less than stellar.)

The shopkeepers at Selima are super sweet on canines, and it shows. Theo scored complimentary biscuits and a behind the ear tickle. We spied a picture of one of Selima’s beloved Shar Peis on the wall…wearing glasses, of course. And We learned from Amanda Browder, our salesperson, that the shop sells Harry Barker All Natural Biscuits, the proceeds from which go to supporting therapy dog programs.

Theo claimed his space on the gently worn wooden floor while I noodled about, tried on frames, and talked with Amanda about her art. She’s a soft-sculpture abstract artist. This past Spring, she covered the facade of a building in Brooklyn with an eye-popping chevron pattern made entirely of fabric. You have to see it to get a feel for how Amanda found a way to electrify her groovy little patch of Greenpoint. Her website HERE.

Meeting the Selima folks was just a reminder that the way to make a big city feel smaller or a small town feel bigger is to meet someone new every day. New York is undoubtedly a city of mondo proportions, but each individual is one in 8 MILLION.