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| Every so often on a Sat., I like to get out of town to see what nearby farmers markets are up to. |
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| Missoula's is pretty wonderful. |
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| A fiddler finds a spot to play some Celtic tunes. |
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| Black Krim heirloom tomatoes shine (ours, in our Hamilton garden, aren't quite this ripe). |
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| Carrot bunches are massive. |
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| Old-fashioned flowers rule. |
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| English peas are tempting (I bought a bowl and turned them into Pasta Primavera). |
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| Rhubarb slushies? Not so much. I grow rhubarb, I love rhubarb, but I know how much sugar it takes to make it palatable! |
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| Young farmers, beautiful produce, and the dimension of interesting tents make for a fun scene. |
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| And if all else fails (how could it?), grab a tamale from a hipster's food truck on the way out. |
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