It never feels like summer has fully arrived until there are field tomatoes and peaches at the market. The tomatoes are gnarled and bulbous and leaking with ripeness; so ugly they’re beautiful. The peaches are like fuzzier, softer tennis balls; the perfect size for the palm of your hand.
On Sundays, there’s a new farmers’ market in town. If you’re in the neighborhood, Down to Earth markets has gathered a tiny group of farmers to sell their goods at Brooklyn Bridge Park. Fresh meats and veg to enjoy on the grill? Sounds like a perfect match to me.