My favorite dining companion broke his collar bone during a soccer game last week, so I've been too busy keeping shoe laces tied to blog. But I did run across this article in the New York Times this morning, and I thought it was worth sharing.
And yesterday, I received the latest copy of Vegetarian Journal, published by the Vegetarian Resource Group. The issue is dedicated to the Vegetarian Resource Group's 25th anniversary, and it had an interesting article discussing the past 25 years of the vegetarian movement (for lack of a better word), and prominent vegetarians discussing what the next 25 years might hold.
Also, my broken (his collar bone is in three pieces!) dining companion and I were excited to discover a new bar, Busters on 28th, has opened in our South Minneapolis neighborhood. It opened Tuesday, and it was so busy that we couldn't find a table. Last night we stopped by again, and enjoyed some amazing black bean dip and a couple of beers.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Monday, July 16, 2007
Midtown Farmers' Market
Date visited: Saturday, July 14
I have a new favorite Saturday morning tradition: It involves waking up at a reasonable hour (around 9 a.m. if I'm feeling ambitious), grabbing a canvas bag and browsing the Midtown Farmers' Market.
I love the market (which is open Saturday mornings and Tuesday evenings) because it's filled with a diverse collection of food, crafts and people. There's usually a band playing and a couple different languages being spoken within ear shot. Going there makes me feel more connected to my community and to the food that I eat.
We stopped by the market a few weeks ago and loaded up on early season veggies (peas, lettuce, broccoli and potatoes), but we got really lucky on Saturday with a bag of tomatoes. The first taste of homegrown tomatoes is one of the best things about summer. It's so easy to forget what food really taste like until you pick up locally grown carrots, broccoli or tomatoes. We've been eating flavorful sandwiches and enjoying tomato salads. Tomorrow I'm planning to make a fresh tomato pizza for dinner, and I can't wait.
I also fell in love with the cheese from the Wisconsin Cheese Outlet. We bought a brick of some of the most flavorful swiss cheese I've ever tasted, and I'll be back next week to buy the fresh cheese curds that I sampled and haven't been able to stop thinking about since.
I have a new favorite Saturday morning tradition: It involves waking up at a reasonable hour (around 9 a.m. if I'm feeling ambitious), grabbing a canvas bag and browsing the Midtown Farmers' Market.
I love the market (which is open Saturday mornings and Tuesday evenings) because it's filled with a diverse collection of food, crafts and people. There's usually a band playing and a couple different languages being spoken within ear shot. Going there makes me feel more connected to my community and to the food that I eat.
We stopped by the market a few weeks ago and loaded up on early season veggies (peas, lettuce, broccoli and potatoes), but we got really lucky on Saturday with a bag of tomatoes. The first taste of homegrown tomatoes is one of the best things about summer. It's so easy to forget what food really taste like until you pick up locally grown carrots, broccoli or tomatoes. We've been eating flavorful sandwiches and enjoying tomato salads. Tomorrow I'm planning to make a fresh tomato pizza for dinner, and I can't wait.
I also fell in love with the cheese from the Wisconsin Cheese Outlet. We bought a brick of some of the most flavorful swiss cheese I've ever tasted, and I'll be back next week to buy the fresh cheese curds that I sampled and haven't been able to stop thinking about since.
Friday, July 6, 2007
Pumphouse Creamery
Date visited: Monday, July 2
As I drove home in sweltering heat from an afternoon spent melting at the Minnesota Landscape Arboretum, I started fantasizing about ice cream cones. I probably needed water, but all I could think about was which would be more refreshing, chocolate or vanilla? Or maybe a sorbet?
As I mentally constructed the perfect cone, my thoughts drifted to the Pumphouse Creamery (4754 Chicago Ave., Minneapolis; 612.825.2021) where I've had two amazing ice cream experiences.
I knew I would like the Pumphouse before I even set foot in it's little shop. A co-worker had discussed its blood orange sorbet in hushed tones reserved for really special things, and on a completely separate occasion, two friends launched into a conversation on the merits of its oatmeal cookie ice cream and the fact that its beer flavor (made from Surly beer) was actually better than one would assume beer ice cream would taste. (On a loosely-related note, I've found that Surly's beer is actually a lot tastier than most beer.)
I stopped in the shop for the first time about a month ago, and it lived up to my high expectations. A sample of the beer ice cream was tasty, and my sea salt/caramel/pecan ice cream cone was the stuff that dreams are made of. On my return visit last Monday, I happily snagged a chocolate with cocoa beans and almonds ice cream cone. And if it gets as hot as its supposed to be this weekend, I'm guessing that I'll be making a return visit -- in reality, not just my daydreams.
As I drove home in sweltering heat from an afternoon spent melting at the Minnesota Landscape Arboretum, I started fantasizing about ice cream cones. I probably needed water, but all I could think about was which would be more refreshing, chocolate or vanilla? Or maybe a sorbet?
As I mentally constructed the perfect cone, my thoughts drifted to the Pumphouse Creamery (4754 Chicago Ave., Minneapolis; 612.825.2021) where I've had two amazing ice cream experiences.
I knew I would like the Pumphouse before I even set foot in it's little shop. A co-worker had discussed its blood orange sorbet in hushed tones reserved for really special things, and on a completely separate occasion, two friends launched into a conversation on the merits of its oatmeal cookie ice cream and the fact that its beer flavor (made from Surly beer) was actually better than one would assume beer ice cream would taste. (On a loosely-related note, I've found that Surly's beer is actually a lot tastier than most beer.)
I stopped in the shop for the first time about a month ago, and it lived up to my high expectations. A sample of the beer ice cream was tasty, and my sea salt/caramel/pecan ice cream cone was the stuff that dreams are made of. On my return visit last Monday, I happily snagged a chocolate with cocoa beans and almonds ice cream cone. And if it gets as hot as its supposed to be this weekend, I'm guessing that I'll be making a return visit -- in reality, not just my daydreams.
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