Growing up in Colorado, we frequently had "snow days". It was one of the best feelings- waking up to go to school only to be told to go back to bed because school got cancelled. It was so exciting to peer out the window at a canvas of newly fallen snow and know you had the whole day to go play in it. Snow days were magical...
Well, yesterday I experienced my first hurricane day. Not so magical. Horizontal rain, 60+ mph winds, and the potential of falling trees (among other things) isn't very inviting. Thank goodness Boston made it out of the storm virtually untouched. Others weren't so lucky. Picture of New York and New Jersey are horrific. Seeing the city that never sleeps in a complete blackout is very haunting. I see why they called this thing Frankenstorm.
Before the hurricane came to town, Mike and I raided one of the local markets for some tasty finds. Every Sunday, the Sowa Market bring local New England vendors to the South End of Boston to sell their craft goods (edible and otherwise). This past Sunday was the last outdoor market of the season (and my first), so we ran down there (literally) to make sure we weren't missing out on anything. Let me tell you what we bought:
Freshly Roasted Coffee Beans
Maple Cream (think Maple Syrup flavor but hot fudge consistency)
Gingersnaps (which we later spread the aforementioned Maple Cream on and ate with the aforementioned freshly roasted coffee...)
Sundried Tomato, Basil, and Olive Oil Bread
Locally Grown Green Beans
Cracked Black Pepper Pasta (Mike's first choice was Sriracha Spaghetti, but they were fresh out)
Prosciutto & Smoked Almond Pesto (We settled upon this only after trying countless other...Fig and Gorgonzola, Pumpkin Chipotle, Strawberry- yes- Strawberry Pesto).
We turned the last four finds into our Sunday night dinner. I can't take any credit for this one, but I am inspired to get crafty with pestos and pastas.
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