The view from my cup...Capitol Market in the early morning. Hay bales, mums, pumpkins and fodder stock pillars blend with late summer vegetables and lush green house plants. Although years have passed since shopping farmer's markets and roadside stands with my mother, time is standing still in many respects. The sellers still greet you like long lost kin. Men in overalls slice the stock ends off freshly harvested corn. Apron clad women with work worn hands bag huge ripe tomatoes and eggplant. Shoppers scurry about selecting fresh fruit and vegetables before the heat of the day settles in.
When I was a child, I lingered among the displays of peaches, inhaling the sweet smell and touching their fuzzy skin. Then, and now, nothing is better than eating a ripe peach, standing over the sink, of course, as the juice runs down my chin. Fall vegetables are among my favorite. Squash...yellow, zucchini, and acorn. And perhaps not even as much for their flavor as their colors and textures welcoming fall to the table. Today might be the time to retire the summer dishes and bright colorful decor, and break out the rich fall palate of red, orange, purple and yellow.