farmer’s market!


What sort of unemployed Brooklyn person would I be if I did not take a stroll to the farmer’s market and then take a silly amount of a time to make dinner with my wares? The market at mccarren park was a bit weak yesterday, but I had to go: in 3 years of brooklyning I have never ever been to said market, as weekends were always for frantic writing. But so now! I went and scored some purple potatoes and skate, which miraculously turned into:


AND THEN (with capers, roasted red peppers, and shallots) WE ATE IT.

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