Haymarket

Haymarket has the cheapest, and (on Fridays) the most amazingly fresh produce I have ever seen. By fresh, I don't mean the pristine stacks of shiny apples you see at a grocery store, but fresh, as in, you know it has just been delivered on the truck that morning, with all its imperfections out in the open. Haymarket is just across the street from my apartment this year, so its such a treat that I can pop in every weekend and spend $5 at the most for my weekly vegetables. (Not to say that I don't frequent Whole Foods during the week to stock up on other goodies). There is so much character at Haymarket- some characters are better than others, but in general, it tends to be a good place to wander. I have been buying beets every week, which I cut up to bit size pieces and roast with olive oil, salt and pepper until they're bubbling hot. I leave them in the fridge to put on salads throughout the week (or to nibble on- I can't help it, they're like candy!) The smell of the fish section at Haymarket offends most people, but it kind of reminds me (a fellow Pisces creature) of home.