The farmer’s market here is finally over. Finally seams inappropriate because I will miss it so greatly until April rolls around. Saturday mornings in the spring are like Christmas for me. What surprises will there be? What will I not be able to go home without after its first appearance at the market? For this soup, I let the lingering fall produce make my selections. Bok choy was only $1.00! I coudn’t leave it behind, and hence this soup was born.
