Letter: Coastside Farmer’s Market field notes
Did you ever wish for a change of scene and scenery, get what you wished for, and then wished you’d just stayed home and enjoyed your own back 40? Well, if you are in the mood for a little change of pace without having to charge your pacemaker, then you might want to consider dropping by your neighborhood Farmer’s Market this week and make a plan to can.
August Marks a high point in the season, as our local farmer’s fields come into a full lush flush of abundance, the peaches get even more perfect, the fruit hangs heavy on the vine. Most of the time I get all hung up on the instant and total gratification that is found in making pies right about now, but this year. I am regressing even further into my inner Betty, and getting out the canning jars.
I suspect that my Pal Mr D. “the Voice of Reason” (from a south coast farm which shall go un-named) might be right, and that the effect of escalating fuel prices and the attendant rise in the cost of everything is going to have all of us talking like our grandparents did about the depression in about three more weeks, if we aren’t already doing something quite similar already. So, in a effort to prepare for evermore expensive food, and to make my pantry look really pretty ( and to deserve to own the 40 or so vintage blue mason jars with ceramic lids I inherited) I am taking advantage of the abundance of tree fruit and cucumbers and putting up a whole mess of goodness right now.
