Persimmons from Van Dyke Ranch at the Santa Cruz farmers market. I've mentioned this before, but for those who don't know what to do with persimmons, my darling Bob likes to freeze them and grate them—like a granita. (I'm not a big fan of them...yet...that could change. I like them in bread and hidden in other things, not just plain. Something about the grainy texture.)
I was excited to commit to blogging every day this month about something useful, informative, and/or entertaining about farms and inspiring foods . But I did not get out to a farm today—I got as far as my mailbox, and that was all the energy I had. So getting out of the house to visit a farm was not possible, nor was it possible to pick up the phone and ask one of my farmer friends a few questions. My voice sounds like a cross between a foghorn, a chainsaw, and my cigarette-smoking great-aunt's. The bronchitis, she no fun.
My offerings today are gleaned from all over, so let's start with the farm/food stuff.