A Pilsen Garden
These ground cherries are coming along nicely. When we lived in cultural backwater Watertown, N.Y., the “farmer’s market” (a.k.a. “cynical vendors selling store-bought produce and wares”) was a weekly source of frustration. One week, a vendor sold me what he said were tomatillos but what turned out to be ground cherries. Not knowing any better, I used them in a fresh salsa to top tostadas. What a revelation! The ground cherries complemented the rest of the salsa ingredients perfectly, yielding a sweet salsa that’s not as cloying as the mango or pineapple salsas you occasionally encounter.

These ground cherries are coming along nicely. When we lived in cultural backwater Watertown, N.Y., the “farmer’s market” (a.k.a. “cynical vendors selling store-bought produce and wares”) was a weekly source of frustration. One week, a vendor sold me what he said were tomatillos but what turned out to be ground cherries. Not knowing any better, I used them in a fresh salsa to top tostadas. What a revelation! The ground cherries complemented the rest of the salsa ingredients perfectly, yielding a sweet salsa that’s not as cloying as the mango or pineapple salsas you occasionally encounter.

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