Cheetos & Old Bay

Now that it's summer again... or at least it's now after Memorial Day... it's time to remind everyone about that summertime taste sensation - CHEETOS & OLD BAY! Just get a bag of Cheetos, and sprinkle some Old Bay over them and shake the bag. It's simple, it's tasty and it's the perfect thing to bring for a summer cook-out!

Sunday Market - May 24

We had intended to get to the market at 7:30 on Sunday, but that didn't quite work! We actually got there closer to 8... We were in a hurry since one of us had to be on the Eastern Shore by 11.

The one thing I really wanted to pick up was some peonies. I am mad for them, and adore their heady scent. I found some white ones with a few pinks thrown in.

Here are the usual pictures... mostly flowers, but some food!

The asparagus still looks terrific! See y'all next week @ the Market!

Sunday Market - May 17

Before another Sunday rolls around, I thought I'd better post about last week's market finds. If you'll recall, it was rather dark and dreary, so very difficult to photograph anything. So I waited until I got home to shoot what I bought - strawberries and fresh cream, or half & half.

The strawberries aren't local yet, but they were probably from Virginia or the Carolinas. Despite all of the recent rain, they weren't cottony and white inside, but a lovely pale red. Lots of flavour and with a little sprinkle of sugar, and a splash of fresh h&h, they made a perfect Sunday supper... and Monday supper!

I even found a conjoined berry in the batch.

Sunday Market - May 10

Thank god the rain finally stopped! I felt as though I was beginning to mildew from all of the damp. The first two weeks in May reminded me of life in Wales, right down to the cool weather, glowing green and copious rains.

Because it was the first sunny day of the Downtown Market, it was PACKED, even at 8:00 a.m. There was a line for the beautiful strawberries, but after we did some calculations: n x p = NO, where n=number of pints of strawberries left and p=people in line, we decided not to wait. The other strawberries we saw were not nearly as pretty, so there wasn't a line.

We saw lots of lettuces, asparagus, some left-over apples from last year, but not a lot of other local produce, except some hot-house grown herbs. Lot of market packs of bedding plants and veggies, too.

As opposed as I am to people having dogs at the market (and I am talking to you, woman with the tiny black lab puppy on the leash, who could have been stepped on), I didn't object to the dog this gal was carrying.

We saw this little guy carrying a bag of kettle corn nearly as big as he was!

See you next week!

Goat Rodeo

My friend, Dog, is a chef at the world's most exclusive club: 100 members only, it costs millions to get in and a new member can only be admitted if another member leaves or dies. So when Dog told me he was looking for goat meat for lunch for the members, I knew it would be an adventure to find it. Dog wanted baby goat meat that he could roll, tie and roast, so we needed someone who could butcher the goat for him.

We started out on Saturday morning, first heading to Big Boy's World Wide Market, an international market on Paca Street across from Lexington Market. They did have goat, but it was frozen and cubed. Since we were in the vicinity, we stopped in to Trinacria, where we met my Sunday partner-in-crime, Julie, who gave us a suggestion of where to look. We checked out Lexington Market, pretty much knowing that they didn't have goat, but we needed coffee, so thought a walk through the market would at least provide us with that.

From Paca Street, we headed over to a halal market on Charles and 20th streets. We walked in and didn't see anyone and finally called out. There was a man sitting behind a huge glass partition, who couldn't even be bothered to greet us when we entered. He gestured us to the back, where there was a butcher. They did have baby goats, but wouldn't butcher them for us, so we left.

From there, we aimed for Huntington and Remington, at Julie's suggestion, although we realized that these two streets don't intersect. We drove up Remington from 25th until we saw another halal store, and stopped in there. "Oh no", they said, "we won't have baby goats until tomorrow. You come back then." They did point us to a place that they assured us was "in front of Yellow Cab" in best Baltimore directions-giving manner.

To give directions in Baltimore, you must direct people via no longer existing landmarks, not actual street names. Needless to say, although we did find Yellow Cab, which is now Veolia Transportation, we didn't find a butcher. Our queries to cabbies in the area yielded no results, although somewhere along the line, we were told about another halal market on 33rd Street, right next to Papa John's.

Close by the Waverly Market, right on 33rd Street, there is indeed a small halal market, which ends up being rather Tardis-like, being much larger in the inside than the outside. After we wended our way to the back, we discovered a butcher shop which did have baby goats that the butcher was willing to cut for us. He chided us for not ordering in advance, but since we didn't know of the existance of the place until about 15 minutes earlier, that was impossible.

After some hemming and hawing, he assured us that he could do the butcher work, he did have enough baby goats and that it wouldn't take too long. How long, we wanted to know. Several hours? No, just long enough for us to go to Pete's Grille for lunch and walk back.

I did take pictures of parts of this adventure, especially the last part, but I have been assured that people will not want to see them. I had a hard time even taking them. If you must see pictures, click here.

The funniest part about this whole adventure was what happened later: I was going to get my eyebrows threaded by a Pakistani woman in the Security area of Baltimore. When I pulled into the parking lot, I remembered that there was a halal butcher and grocery store next to her shop. I mentioned our goat quest to her and she told me that the owner of the store was her husband, he had a butcher on premise and they did have goat in the house!

Sweet Tooth

Pigtown Mainstreet had our Sundaes on Friday event at Sweet Tooth across from Hollins Market last Friday and it was a ball! For $10, each person got two tickets, entitling them to two sundaes. As much as people protested that they couldn't POSSIBLY eat two sundaes, many people managed!

The ice cream came from Sylvan Beach Ice Cream, which has a store in the Mount Washington area. They have some amazing flavours, including graham cracker and key lime pie. I had some of their strawberry, with crushed fresh strawberry topping and hot fudge as my sundae.

In addition to ice cream, Sweet Tooth has a gorgeous selection of desserts. Two that caught my eye were the brownie chunk cheesecake and the dreamcicle pie!

And So It Begins...

The Downtown Farmers Market started on May 3, much to our delight. Julie and I met up at the usual place, by Baltimore Dog Bakery, at the usual time: 8:00 a.m. We were joined by our friend Elizabeth and some gals from her and Julie's cookbook club.

It was a miserable morning, cool and rainy. Not just a little misty rain, but a chucking down rain. There were not too many vendors there, mainly because it's a late spring and there's not a lot in the fields yet.

I bought two bunches of lilacs, one white and one, uh... lilac. Didn't take pictures of them, but took some of other flowers and the lack of crowds.