Farm to Table

In Western, Pa and there is nothing more authentic this time of year then honoring the farmers in this area by buying their food fresh off the farm.  When I say fresh, I mean fresh as in it was picked that afternoon packed on the truck and for sale that afternoon.  In culinary a lot of people “misuse” the farm to table concept.  What does it really mean?  To me, it means picked that day, EATEN that day. Since that isn’t always the case let’s give it within 48 hours.  The day we went to the farmers market we were supposed to go out to dinner that night – but really?  How could we when we had such a large bag of goodies that we just purchased. 

Look at the pictures below and you will see what I mean.

Is that a Zucchini in your pocket or are you just happy to see me; Seriously this young man was fabulous to speak with very knowledable and passionate about farming. Everything you see in these pictures was picked fresh that day.

Is that a Zucchini in your pocket or are you just happy to see me? Seriously this young man was fabulous to speak with very knowledgable and passionate about farming. Everything you see in these pictures was picked fresh that day.

Even though the sun was in the picture and it isn't the best here is the picture of the crew that works the farm and then brings their good to market.  Lovely as could be.

Even though the sun was in the picture and it isn't the best here is the picture of the crew that works the farm and then brings their good to market. The crew the farm sent yesterday was as lovely as could be.

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Have you ever seen bigger heads of cabbage?

Have you ever seen bigger heads of cabbage?

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You better like Zucchini if you are buying one of these babies!

You better like Zucchini if you are buying one of these babies!

Another picture of the entire gang.

Another picture of the entire gang.

A cancer free world!

A combination of these photos with the work ethic of the folks in these pictures is my interpretation of a cancer free world!

 After the farmers market – (my father, Carol and I went) – dad came home and “had to jar” some pickles. When my mother was alive she would make pickles and through the years perfected her recipe and got pretty good at it. My father several years later thought he would pick up on her tradition and try it himself. Let’s just say some years are better than others and last year definitely wasn’t his best effort.  This year he is getting an early jump on it and with the cucumbers we got yesterday he came home to do 2 jars to test his revised recipe. Stay tuned to this blog and I will have an answer back to you.  But for now here is dad posing with a jar of what he hopes will be the a “banner year”.

Uge and his tester jar of pickles.

Uge and his tester jar of pickles.

All of the above is my story for now and I am sticking to it.

Thank you for taking the time to read my blog.

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