Dekalb Farmer’s Market

I have only loved once in my life. It was only for a fleeting moment, but sometimes an instant can last a lifetime. I was a mere child when I saw her but still remember the day so well. Walking around Harry’s Farmer Market, my eyes rested on what God must have thought of when he created sunsets, waterfalls, and probably bacon(!). She sat shivering with her caramel complexion begging my eight year-old voice to crack a “hello.” I approached her, naive and nervous, worrying my inexperience and lack of taste would fail to appreciate her wonder.

Getting to know her was a majestic experience, and I savored every second. She was sweet, smooth, and oh so appealing. In my childish haste, I rushed away with the glee that would prevent me from asking her name. Who was she? All I knew was her appearance and origin–Norway (oooh, Scandinavian). In the following 15 years, I would never forget her. I scoured the earth, futilely trying to rediscover my one true happiness. Maybe I would see her at Kroger, Publix…even the Norwegian section of Epcot at Disney World? No luck…UNTIL TODAY!

Ladies, gentlemen, meet my long lost love. We are together once more, and I shall never take for granted her grace again. Meet…Ski Queen’s Gjetost Cheese.

It tastes like creamy caramel apples. And it’s awesome. I wish I could tell you more about this goat cheese, but it obviously hasn’t played that big of a part in my life.

I found her at the Dekalb Farmer’s Market in Atlanta. Other things I found?

Cheeeeeap spices

Strawberry cream cheese pastries

Grapeseed oil. Me readings have led me to believe it's better than all other cooking oils.

In my efforts to use all of my goodies, I decided to cook some chicken thighs with jerk sauce, stoneground mustard, shallots, and dried mangoes. It turned out pretty well, though with less color than the crayon box at the hostess stand at any chain restaurant at any suburban shopping center at dinner time. Got ‘at?