Saturday was a spectacular fall day, here in the Rocky Mountains. The air was crisp. The leaves were a bright shade of yellow. And there were pumpkins in the field.
A perfect day for an outing to a local farm. Because nothing says harvest time like produce from an idyllic country stand.
I had scarcely opened up my car door when the aroma of fresh baking lured me into the kitchen; this particular farm is well known for their breads and pies baked right on the premises.
I explored the bake shop and chatted for a bit with the lady who owned the farm as well as one of her employees. I learned that they are open until the end of October and bake twice a week during the fall. Their products are in high demand so they recommend ordering ahead. Thankfully, I arrived early enough that I beat the rush.
What a wonderfully quaint atmosphere. I even caught a glimpse of freshly baked bread cooling on the porch.
After choosing my wood-fired sourdough bread and huckleberry pie, I headed to the produce area of the stand.
I was greeted by a small room housing crates and bins of fresh produce grown at that very farm, jars of local honey, a large vase full of flowers, and cute knick-knacks. It was exactly what one expect.
I loaded up on piles of gala apples, plums, Swiss chard, garlic, and one particular vegetable I had never seen before.
Unfortunately, I no longer remember its name but the lady of the farm told me I should peel it, cut it up in slices, and eat it either raw or lightly pan fried with salt and pepper. I’m told it should taste just like the centre of a cabbage.
I’ll let you know it turns out.
Before heading home, I wandered the grounds with Daisy. It was a special treat to walk amongst the flowers, the crunchy fallen leaves, and the rows of produce.
It was a perfect fall day.
When I first headed to the farm it was out of mere curiosity. Imagine my surprise when I headed home with a large container full of produce at a price I could never match at a grocery store.
I will certainly be back.
When was the last time you had the opportunity to buy produce straight from the farm? Is there a local store you like to frequent for the quality of its products?
Saturday was a spectacular fall day, here in the Rocky Mountains. The air was crisp. The leaves were a bright shade of yellow. And there were pumpkins in the field.
A perfect day for an outing to a local farm. Because nothing says harvest time like produce from an idyllic country stand.
I had scarcely opened up my car door when the aroma of fresh baking lured me into the kitchen; this particular farm is well known for their breads and pies baked right on the premises.
I explored the bake shop and chatted for a bit with the lady who owned the farm as well as one of her employees. I learned that they are open until the end of October and bake twice a week during the fall. Their products are in high demand so they recommend ordering ahead. Thankfully, I arrived early enough that I beat the rush.
What a wonderfully quaint atmosphere. I even caught a glimpse of freshly baked bread cooling on the porch.
After choosing my wood-fired sourdough bread and huckleberry pie, I headed to the produce area of the stand.
I was greeted by a small room housing crates and bins of fresh produce grown at that very farm, jars of local honey, a large vase full of flowers, and cute knick-knacks. It was exactly what one expect.
I loaded up on piles of gala apples, plums, Swiss chard, garlic, and one particular vegetable I had never seen before.
Unfortunately, I no longer remember its name but the lady of the farm told me I should peel it, cut it up in slices, and eat it either raw or lightly pan fried with salt and pepper. I’m told it should taste just like the centre of a cabbage.
I’ll let you know it turns out.
Before heading home, I wandered the grounds with Daisy. It was a special treat to walk amongst the flowers, the crunchy fallen leaves, and the rows of produce.
It was a perfect fall day.
When I first headed to the farm it was out of mere curiosity. Imagine my surprise when I headed home with a large container full of produce at a price I could never match at a grocery store.
I will certainly be back.
When was the last time you had the opportunity to buy produce straight from the farm? Is there a local store you like to frequent for the quality of its products?