The winter farmer's markets aren't as convenient, we have to drive at least 1/2 hour to get to one, and I wondered if it was going to be worth the trouble as we jumped into a cold car and wended our way through a grey landscape last Sunday.
What we found was a high school gym transformed into a warm, festive, circling of the wagons kind of atmosphere. Besides all the regular farmer's market kind of stuff there were handmade sausages roasting on a grill, micro-brewed beer, local wines, and fruitcakes mixed in We picked up a few colorful winter vegetables to brighten our kitchen---
Baby Golden Turnips
The turnips got roasted with a chicken the first night, and then made into a soup the next day.
The other two are awaiting their fate. Maybe an exotic winter vegetable crudite platter.