The Palouse is wheat country, not potato fields (those are in Southern Idaho, or the Columbia Basin of Washington) but at this time of year the Saturday farmer's market is filled with vegetables and fruits of all sorts.
The market has been going for about 30 years now. From a handful of farmer stands, it has grown to include arts and crafts, fruit and vegetables from a wide geographical area, local honey and preserves, and food cooked on the premises.
For breakfast last Saturday I had a fruit kebab and a borek from a Turkish food stand, followed by espresso and an Egyptian pastry. If you had suggested, 50 years ago, that such food would be available anywhere in the area, never mind an open market on Saturday morning, I'd have been astonished.
Some things in the old home town never change. Hollyhocks still flourish in alleys.
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