I just returned from the tailgate market. Every Saturday at 7:45 AM I strap a wooden crate with bungee cords onto the rear rack of my bicycle and, barring downpour, I pedal on up the road for fresh vegetables. This begins about May and continues through the end of October, and I always return with a hefty load. This morning I picked up a large fennel bulb and some purple dandelion greens which I intend to use in a white bean soup tonight. The only chore I don’t like about all this is trying to fit everything into the refrigerator. Otherwise, it’s a great opportunity to go say hello to people I don’t see often, to stand around and chat, to taste samples of apples, pick up fresh basil, etc.