Sigh. I’m done with corning brisket.

What WERE going to be sides. Until they were an entree.

In the overall cook-vs-corned brisket, I am now 0-for-2. And not being an abject fool, I ain’t goin’ there again.

It may perhaps be because it was buffalo brisket, rather than beef. But 20 hours in the sous vide produced an inedibly tough, not to mention way too salty, brisket.

Dammit.

Dinner, however, was saved by the presence of fresh vegetables, courtesy of the Farmers Market, of which I attended two today. The male diners, NS and Chief Taste Tester, had pizza for their entree. Child C and I had veggies — fried squash and onions, roasted potatos and carrots, and fried green tomatos for Child C, because she loves them so. All procured this very morning at the market.

First peaches of the season at the market today.

We started out the day at the Hot Springs market, which has been bursting with veggies for the past couple of weeks. Our market’s a wonderful place; lots of artisan foods, lots of crafts, great music. Today’s music was a Russian violinist.  There were the tamales, the baked goods, the honey, the fried pies. Home-brewed root beer. Green beans have started to come in. There’s apparently a bumper crop of squash, judging from the amount out there. All manner of greens, from Laotian family’s bok choi to kale to cabbage and assorted other stuff. And lots of folks with dogs. Info booths for all sorts of community organizations.

Veggies, redux

More farmers’ market bounty for dinner tonight:

Potatos, tomatos, corn, butterbeans. Ham as an afterthought.

Note to self: You need to stop buying more produce at the market every Saturday than you can use. There are still eggplants in the fridge, and tomatos on the counter, and day after tomorrow is market day again.

Anyway. Tonight was butterbeans, corn on the cob, new potatos, tomatos, and leftover ham from Christmas that had been vac-packed and frozen  since them. And it was quite excellent.