So, today I went to the farmer's market here for the first time. It was more like the Clark Fork Market, with things like honey, cheese, yarn, etc. in addition to all the veggies. There are things you don't see in Montana, though, like okra. I don't know what okra tastes like, but it's kind of a wierd looking vegetable, green and long and ridged like star fruit. I think that I shoiuld try grits and okra and hominy while I'm here, because I may not have that chance in the future. Then again, I think, I've gotten along quite happily for almost 48 years without trying any of it, so maybe I should just let it go.
One thing that is very un-Missoula-like is the lack of coffee at the market. There were a few places selling food. The friend I was with recommended the tamales, so we got those. Black bean and goat cheese - I'm sure that's not terribly authentic, but they were good, reminded me of polenta in a way.
I'm still waiting for it to cool off (in the upper 80s today), and for the leaves to turn colors. So far, neither show any sign of happening soon.
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