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Oodles of Noodles: Funtastic Chinese Noodle Beans!

Just as everyone’s figured what the heck to do with kolhrabi, we’ve added another unusual but delicious vegetable to the market table: Chinese Noodle Beans!

These long, skinny whip-like beans are vigorous growers prized for their firm texture and rich, complex flavor – sweet and earthy.

We’ll have both green and red varieties and unlike most burgundy hued beans, the Chinese Red retain their lovely color after cooking.

These incredible 18 inch long wonders are perfect for steaming, grilling, adding to your favorite salad, and stir-frying.

Betsy’s Noodle Bean Shiitake Stir-Fry
Mr. Brown has delicious local shiitake mushrooms – pick some up at OXCM and Mid-Town and tell him we sent you!

1 bunch Chinese Noodle beans, ends snapped
8 oz. Shiitake mushrooms, woody stems removed
1 TBS. sesame oil
1 jalapeno, diced
1/3 cup sweet onion, diced
1 clove garlic, crushed
1 TBS. ginger, grated
Dash of soy sauce and rice wine vinegar

Get your biggest wok or skillet hot, toss in sesame oil, onions, pepper, and beans. Cook til tender but crisp. Remove from pan, drizzle in a bit more oil and add mushrooms. Cook til they’re lightly browned. Add beans, ginger, garlic, dash of soy sauce and rice vinegar and cook just a minute or two more. Serve with red quinoa or jasmine rice and Sriracha.


Farm Talk

Farmer Betsy’s visit to Studio Whimzy’s Healthy You Creation Camp:

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Wild Geese

Heard this on NPR  while driving in to the Bakery, Garrison Keillor with the Writer’s Almanac sliding in between world news reports as the sun came up and thawed out the first frost of the fall. On this particular morning, it was very good to be.

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting–
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

by Mary Oliver

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