24 April 2012

The Mushroom Day Trip

Saturday we buckled up The Bairn and headed to the Annapolis Valley, one of my favorite places in Nova Scotia. It's a fruit-growing region and I just love one of the college towns down there. It's pretty and covered in fruit stands and full of people wearing babies on their chests and eating homemade pasta at the farmers' market. When I tell Steve I want to live there, he informs me that we can't because it's full of snobs and I inform him that I am all set to be one of those snobs. Sign. Me. Up.

I've never seen such a great farmers' market.  We bought tomatillo and slow food Italian tomato seeds.  I had Moroccan chicken on quinoa and gelato from the vendors, and Steve ate a huge, sloppy pork sandwich with sauerkraut and a potato pancake from some Germans before indulging in a big glass bottle of unpasteurized chocolate milk.  I ate my quinoa on a wooden box while I chatted about midwives and birth experiences with someone wearing a baby, and practically every single person who caught a glimpse of The Bairn came over to speak to him about what a nice and smart and handsome boy he is (oh, he IS).

Then we rushed off to Steve's mushroom farm visit.  I stayed in the car with our sleeping baby while Steve learned the difference between regular brown mushrooms and portobellos (they let the portobellos grow longer).

We bought 2 pounds of mushroom seconds at the farm and have been eating them every day since.  Steve made an amazing mushroom sauce Sunday night and served it over the spinach and cheese ravioli we made and froze several weeks ago.  Woo, baby.  If you'd tasted it, you would want to marry Steve too.  I'm pretty sure that if we offered it to the people of the Annapolis Valley, they would welcome us with open arms.

This is not a particularly appealing picture.  If I were a food blogger I would spruce it up with some parsley on top and a fancy salad and better photography skills but as it is we just wolfed it down like this and appreciated the deliciousness. 


Steve said...

It's their sandy loam soil that they like to brag about all the time that makes them snobby. That and their fancy private schools.

Although that doesn't mean I'm adverse to attending these events in the near future:

The apple blossom festival:

or later:

Sam Slick Days (or whatever its' called nowadays)


The Pumpkin Regatta!

MBC said...

Think of all the tomatillos we could grow in sandy loam soil! I want to attend all of those, especially the pumpkin regatta.

E said...

I want to paddle in a pumpkin - sign me up for the regatta!

Breanne said...

Can I just say - I love your blog. It's just fun to read.

Anonymous said...

The problem with living in "the valley", as all Nova Scotians refer to it, is the hot muggy summers. Most, if they can, head to the beach or someplace cooler such as the Gulf Shore. I'm sure we will be more than happy provide such relief as needed.


MBC said...

E--Come visit and we'll hook you up! (Although, I'm pretty sure it's BYO giant pumpkin.)


KWB--See? perfect! Relief at the Gulf Shore and life in the valley.

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