The Old South Pearl People Selling Stuff for a Block is more like it. There are maybe 3 or 4 farm stands, definitely outnumbered by prepared food vendors and craftspeople whose booths almost but can't quite stretch all the way from Iowa to Florida Aves. Some of the produce sounds like porn stars.
The coolest-looking farm stand is run by some weather-beaten Hmong who sell mostly leafy stuff, it seems, as well as salsa and hot veggie pickles that I didn't purchase this time, being in between journeys (to Oklahoma & Lake Michigan, respectively, of which more soon), but will report on as soon as I do.
Nor did I purchase any of the following, but it, too, struck me as cool-looking. That's about as articulate as I'm going to get regarding anything sight seen but taste untasted.
Dragonfly wine jellies; other flavors include pinot noir, shiraz, riesling & pink champagne, which the Director tried & said he liked. I'm holding out for the 1787 Chateau Lafite
wacky & wackier orzo from Pappardelle's; I've been a sucker for flavor for as long as I can remember. When other kids wanted chocolate or vanilla I wanted, oh, kim-chi ripple. If my choices were Italian, French, or smoked-habanero-&-orchid double-R ranch, I'd go with the weirdo. To this day, the more exotic components the better, even if it's worse. So when I get around to gobbling down a bowl of Pappardelle's harissa linguine, chocolate-orange gemelli, scampi-gruyère ravioli or, as above, Southwest orzo flavored with corn, red chile & black beans, I'll yell about it.
Speaking of yelling about it, this sight was the highlight of the trip:
Of that, too, more soon.