“All that is within me cries out to go back to my home on the Hudson River”
Franklin Delano Roosevelt
I hear ya, FDR. My trip home was too short. Any longer, and I’m sure I’d be complaining that it was too long. But this quick jaunt upstate was just what I needed. Fresh air, mountain views and my mother’s home cooking…seriously, what could be better?
Yesterday morning, before heading down to Poughkeepsie for lunch with my grandmother, my mother and I hit up the Kingston Farmer’s Market. I haven’t been to the market in nearly a year, so it was nice to see new stalls and a few familiar old ones.
What is a farmer’s market without beer? Not a market I would want to go to, that’s for sure. My hometown brewery, Keegan Ales, is now a presence on Wall Street every Saturday morning. Judging by this photo, it looks like they have their three regular beers — Hurricane Kitty, Mother’s Milk and Old Capital — on tap at the market. But more importantly, they were giving out samples of freshly made root beer. Hello, heaven. I sipped my root beer and talked with my new best friend, the Keegans lady, about the upcoming release of Super Kitty. This season’s batch will be made with real honey, unlike years past. They’re expecting it to come out around Thanksgiving, which just happens to be this blogger’s birthday. Gooo birthday!
The only con to the market, which has grown exponentially over the past couple of years, was that there was only one pasta stall. Only one!? This girl’s got an itch — a fresh, homemade pasta itch — and this market just ain’t scratchin’ it. But with everything else going on at the market, the lack of pasta was one of the last things on my mind.
If you can’t make it to the market, at least check out the site here. But if you’re going to be in the area, the farmer’s market is a must-see. Bishop Allen’s Darbie agrees. But until I visit Kingston again next spring, at least I’ve got my trusty Dupont Farmer’s Market just down the street.