Saturday, September 11, 2010


So. No heirloom corn pozole with happy free range pig will be served at the Farm City Fair (or 'stupid farm fair' as it's been dubbed in these parts) thanks to x, y and a lot of z, but I will be making little bunches of flowers and a basket of vegetables (fruit, really - and if eggplant and squash and peppers and tomatoes are technically fruit, I can include strawberries, right? Right!) for the blue ribbon competition. I don't have a chance, but I love the idea.

I would have liked to have submitted some canned or bottled goods, notably my bread and butter pickles made at the height of the roof cucumber glut, not to mention the essence of June berries from Brooklyn Bridge Park preserved in Calvados. But it's a new fair, so no category for these.

Frank, let's work on that King's County thing, OK?

The pozole, cooking today, after the preparation of the hominy and slow-roasting of the pig, will be eaten in Red Hook (or is it Carroll Gardens - shifting border) - near or in the Summit Street Community Garden, by Christina, the corn's grower, her partner Stephanie, their son Huck, and Vince and me. With sloshes of Shiraz to help it go down.

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