Saturday, August 14, 2010

Abingdon Square

After a night out at the Jane Hotel's ballroom last night, I woke up this morning absolutely starved and desperate for breakfast with no food to speak of in the refrigerator. So, I threw on a pair of my beloved Siwy denim cut-offs, left on the shirt I had slept in and embarked on a casual stroll through the West Village in search of something good to eat. It was quite a pleasant surprise when I walked right into the tiniest, but most thorough little farmers' market I've encountered yet in Abingdon Square at the intersection of West 12th Street and 8th Avenue. This little jewel of a market is made up of around 10 perfect stands containing everything that the much bigger, more overwhelming Union Square market has, except it feels edited, more personal and very special. It's open every Saturday from 8AM -- 3PM and you can bet you'll find me there weekly.

As you can see in the picture above, I made out like a bandit. Here's what I got:

  • 3 ears of white corn
  • farm fresh eggs 
  • butterhead lettuce
  • ciabatta loaf
  • 2 heads of garlic 
  • 2 ripe heirloom tomatoes
  • 3 young potatoes
  • bunch of rosemary
  • wedge of cow's milk cheese from Consider Bardwell Farm called Pawlet