“There is no sincerer love than the love of food.”
-George Bernard Shaw
Summer is mostly about food. It’s a simple fact of life. So naturally, this past Saturday morning two housemates and I set out in search of a farmers’ market. Our hearts were set on Old Colorado City’s opening day. Live music, artists, and farmers – trucking along cartons of fresh produce. What more could you ask for from a Saturday morning? Unfortunately, Opening Day had been pushed back a week. Determined not to surrender to heartbreak, we continued chasing our morning plans and Colorado Springs Farmers’ Markets. Much to our surprise, we unveiled a hole-in-the-wall market, if you will… a hidden gem. Being the broke college students we are, with standards a little too high for our checking accounts, we found ourselves practically dodging all of the free food being thrown at us. We stopped by a bakery on the way back and headed home to set up breakfast.
The three of us sat on our front porch for the fair part of the afternoon, eating makeshift bruschettas with pesto and asiago bread, rosemary and garlic olive oil and perfectly ripe farm fresh tomatoes. Sweet peas and peaches on the side.
“Many’s the long night I’ve dreamed of cheese – toasted, mostly.”
– Robert Louis Stevenson