Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Ithaca Farmer's Market

While we were in NY we visited the Ithaca Farmer's Market and were very pleasantly surprised.










This market is not as big as the Madison, WI Farmer's Market that wraps its way all around the capitol, but it has a lot more character and beauty as it is nestled in the woods along side Cayuga Lake.














The Market is under cover, yet open-air. As you approach the Market the first thing you notice is the wonderful aromas in the air. Not only does this Market have fresh produce from the farms, it is also host to prepared ethnic foods. When you approach and smell garlic, fresh bread, pizzas, Indian and Thai foods, even if you just ate, you'll be hungry and wanting to sample all the foods in the stalls before you.

The Market also opens up on a lovely dock area on Cayuga Lake with benches and picnic tables so you can sit and enjoy the food while also enjoying the lovely view.








We were there on a brisk Saturday morning and got to see rowing crews passing by the Market as we enjoyed an amazing brick oven pizza.









I can't even begin to do justice to the flavor of this flat bread pizza. We had an apple, bacon, cheddar cheese pizza, all local ingredients and the flavors were robust and rich. I could have eaten another whole pizza it was so delicious!






So the following are shots of the oven and of the various vendors at the Market. There were all the expected fall produce: garlic, pumpkins and other squashes, flowers, local wines, cheeses, wood carvings, leather works, other textiles. It was a meal for the eyes and the nose. I would highly recommend anyone who is in the Ithaca area to make a visit to the Market. The link is at the top of this post so you know how to find it and when it is open.


















































2 comments:

This is me said...

Oh, it looks lovely! And delicious. And quaint.

Oooh, the flat bread pizza ... yummy.

M said...

mmmmmmmm

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