I’ll cut the crap and get down to brass tacks. You’ll either love ramps or hate them.
And so our exploration continued, with HX and I ending up at the Buford Highway Farmers Market. One of the highlights of a trip to BHFM with HX is the stop at the food counter on the way out and picking up a dozen Deli Manjoo. Deli Manjoo are small, creamy crack pockets and the […]
As I write this, my keyboard is taking on a sheen and smokey aroma from the pork fat on my fingers. I’m working diligently to ensure my afternoon’s haul from the Buford Highway Farmer’s Market doesn’t survive into the evening. Karpatskaya, Pastrami Budapesht, Estonskaya BHFM is going through some pretty serious renovations (perhaps feeling threatened […]
For some reason lot of people still seem to have hang ups about the ethnic markets along Buford Highway. Regardless, BFM is still one of my favorites. The sheer volume of produce, meats and fish that move through this place ensure that you can usually find almost any ingredient you can think of, fresh and […]
Farmers markets are a dangerous place for me. There are just too many new things to try – so I’ve taken to limiting myself to only one or two new things per trip. A trip to the Buford Highway Farmers Market had me picking up lots of green things and a craving for noodles. And […]