Like most of us, I started drinking the beer my dad drank…beer was beer. As I got older and I tasted more beer, I found the ones I liked, and discarded the ones I didn’t like so much. I remember the first wave of home brewing and craft brewing in the 70s and 80s and had friends whose bathroom or a corner of their garage was filled with the pile of equipment that accumulates about the home beer aficionado, but didn’t really pay that much attention. I stuck pretty much to the mass-produced available most everywhere.
A trip to the Foothills Farmers’ Auburn Market, open for business every Saturday in a City parking lot near the intersection of Lincoln Way and Auburn Folsom Road, in the shadow of our historic Auburn Courthouse, is an adventure. If you love to eat seasonally and like to know where your food comes from, this is the place for you. If you like to support local small business, the market is the ultimate “shop local” experience. For someone who cooks like me, the market is heaven of possibilities.
Most cultures have something that’s sandwich-y…if you believe the tale, ever since a peckish Earl of Sandwich, desiring to keep playing cards uninterrupted, slapped some meat between two slices of bread, we Westerners have had a love affair with portable food. Then there’s the gyro, the falafel, the shawarma, the Panini and who knows how many more. The variations are endless. The Mexican version of this moveable feast is the taco. It’s street food, it’s the food of the commoner, and it’s at its best as casual fare. Many have tried to make them trendy, but if I’m being honest, the traditional makes it happen for me.