Now, with all that said, the past two weekends have been uncharacteristically hot. Because while Maine does warm up in July, it never seems to get above the idyllic temperature of 77-78 degrees. So at 85 degrees, this past week was, as far as the mid-coast is concerned, a scorcher. I really shouldn’t be complaining, considering the rest of the country was basically in an oven, and I don’t mean to sound like I am; it was just surprising.
The warmth certainly seems to be good for the market, as it has been bursting with beautiful produce! While all of the farmers and shoppers were sweaty at the temples and the cash got wrinkly and crumpled in the heat, the chard, radishes, peas, scallions, strawberries, and every other bunch of green, purple, red, and yellow looked just delightful. Here, from the past two Saturdays, is the bounty of the Maine earth. Enjoy!
And the bounty of the population, as well, as evidenced by Mr. Smith, of Smith's Smokehouse. You haven't had smoked salmon until you've had his.
Agricola Farm's booth.
Rainbow chard. Amazing, no?
Aaaand it looks like the snap peas were more popular than the shell peas. I, of course, dove into the shell peas like a greedy little pea-monster.
Purple...somethings. Beets? Radishes? I may never know.
Haruki turnips. A-gain.
Half Moon Farm chutneys.
A PURPLE CAULIFLOWER!
Yellow ones, too!
Garlic scapes. My friend's mom makes a mean garlic scape pesto. I'd love to try it.
Dill, cilantro, the good stuff.
More scallion men. They look like little humans. Sort of.
Aaaand last but not least, mushes.