It’s a rainy fall day in Baltimore, which meant the farmer’s market was deserted (comparatively speaking; it also helped that we were there a bit earlier than usual as I am writing this from the reference desk at my library). I was feeling cold, tired, and uninspired, so I picked up a bunch of swiss chard and some spinach for my portion of the share. The spinach I’ll be using in a pasta dish I made a couple of times last week (more to come). The chard I’m not sure yet — I might make some soup tonight.
As is my usual habit, I then hit up the Reid’s Orchard stand for a some fruit. I got cameo apples to eat for snacks at work. Then I picked up some bosc pears and a few varieties of apples: mcintosh, and two others that I now can’t remember despite my efforts to make a mental note. Golden Crispin might have been one? Who knows. In any case, the plan for them is to cook them down into some kind of compote or the like that I can put on my oatmeal in the morning. I have one recipe that I’ve used in the past, but it calls for a lot of butter, which tends to separate out. So, I’m going improvise a bit and see what happens.