Here’s a little green for you. Yuhooo…hope you like rhubarb!
Yes, it really is. This grandaddy is the prize of an organic farm in Fairbanks. Our growing season is on the short side compared to more temperate regions. Ours starts in May and ends before September, but we get 18 plus hours of daylight in summertime and some say you can actually see the vegetables grow. Humm…maybe I’ll have to check that out.
Last fall I discovered the farmers market in Fairbanks and right away it became my favorite place in town. The locally grown crops are absolutely irresistible, so if you ever have the good fortune to come, bring lots of money and a very healthy appetite. There are craftsmen at the market, too, showing off wonderful hand-turned bowls made of native woods, furniture, photographs and more so don’t overspend on the produce. Hungry from all your shopping? You can always pick up a hot meal at the market.
Gretchin is my favorite vendor there. She makes homemade chocolates, caramels with sea salt, and lemon and orange creme fudges that, well, I don’t have the words to describe them, but I think she got her recipes from heaven. Gretchin also happens to be one the rarest kinds of vendors, one who will go to any length to help her customers. She actually mailed me candy for my wife without having payment in advance just to make sure I had it for Valentine’s. Check her out at North Pole Candies. By the way, she has no idea that I am telling you this. I just think that much of her.
About that rhubarb. As I resurrected this picture for my post, I realized that I had purchased rhubarb in Fairbanks on our last flight into the city. I think a little rhubarb crisp is in order…