One of the things we have noticed in moving from Grand Forks to Minneapolis is that things are just bigger and more diverse. You really notice this when visiting farmers’ markets. There are so many, they are larger, and the farmers as just ethnically more diverse.
Our favorite is the Minneapolis Farmers Market. We usually go Sunday morning, have a brat for breakfast and wander through the isles. We have learned to differentiate resellers from those who sell fresh produce. The posted signs must tell you which is which.
There are so many things I have never eaten or heard of. The strong Asian presence is usually responsible. Strange looking stuff even Cindy and her willingness to try recipes she finds online has not been willing to take on.
We did decide to try Lobster mushrooms. According to the mushroom hunter, these are mostly found North of Minneapolis into Canada. Clean the dirt. Cut into pieces and fry like steak.
BTW – if you are looking for a good read, I recommend The Mushroom Hunters. Those who collect mushrooms for a living are really interesting characters.