This has been a fabulous weekend for eating around here. Woe is me that is has also been my first weekend back on Weight Watchers after many years. I have counted every blessed point though, and managed to use a full week’s of flex points in two days. So it goes.

Friday night we had dinner at Restaurant Tallent, which unveiled its new spring menu last week. It was all wonderful, but a couple of things deserve shouting from the roof tops. There is a steak frites starter. I am crazy for Dave’s fries with béarnaise sauce. Never had to count them up for WW before though (hideous experience, but worth it.) There is also a fabulous cauliflower soup — very light and delicious, with a curried relish of capers, olives and golden raisins that you stir in – swirling golden curry and green chive oil into the pale creamy soup. Lovely! The combination of flavors and textures really turned me on – it’s one of the best things I’ve had in a long time. Another winner of a starter was the brandade – little crisp cakes of salt cod puree with a sauce gribiche. Super good. Dessert was a pistachio trio: pistachio frozen mousse, salted pistachio ice cream, a tiny pistachio tart that is like pecan pie but with pistachios. Incredible.  No pictures, though.  Sorry!

Saturday I went to the market late and there wasn’t much to choose from, but I got a bunch of terrific wild cress from Teresa at Heartland Family Farm. As I drove it home I kept thinking about pesto, maybe because it looked like a big bunch of green basil even though it tasted more arugulish – sharp, pungent, peppery. Probably it was a hangover from my dessert the night before but I had pistachios on my mind, so I threw a handful of roasted nuts into the processor with the cress and a clove of garlic. Pureed it with some pistachio oil and tossed it all with hot penne. It was a little sharp, but some creamy Capriole Farms goat cheese melted in made it just right. Excellent market lunch!

After lunch my husband and I took off on a small food adventure – part of the research for my book Homegrown Indiana. We were headed to Melon Acres in Oaktown, a short 70 miles from Bloomington.  It was  a  sweet and sunny ragtop day so we put the top down on the car and the foot down on the accelerator. An hour and a half and one speeding ticket later, we were there.

Oaktown is melon city – we must have passed five or six farm stands on Highway 41 (all closed til midsummer) that sell all kinds of produce, but mostly melons. Melon Acres specializes in cantaloupes and watermelons but to keep the migrant workers busy for a full season they have expanded to asparagus, sweet corn and cucumbers. No melons yet, of course, but the asparagus productions is in full swing.

Our tour guide was Autumn Horrall, a smart and charming college student who did the honors for her family. She had prepared folders for us jammed with fascinating asparagus lore, and she showed us the whole works. Apart from seeing the acres of asparagus that made our little patch look pretty puny, the best part was watching the huge high-tech asparagus sorter. Human hands slot asparagus into individual compartments on a moving line, and then the darn machine actually sizes them with the help of a digital camera that measures their length and diameter. Then the machine shoots each spear into a compartment with others its size, and when the bundles reach a pound in weight, human hands grab them out and snap a lavender rubber band around them and put them in a box. These words do absolutely no justice to the spectacle of fresh, wet asparagus spears jumping into their assigned spots as if they had minds of their own. What a hoot.

Autumn and her mom gave us some asparagus to take with ut (’cause gosh, we sure don’t have any at home!) – both green and some drop-dead gorgeous purple. We have dinner reservations nearby at McKinley Orchards, but that didn’t stop me from snacking on crisp purple asparagus in the car. The best way to eat the stuff may very well be fresh-picked and uncooked. This was beyond wonderful.

You can order produce from the Melon Acres web site or, from July 4 through fall, you can visit their retail market on Highway 41 just north of Oaktown. http://www.melonacres.com

McKinley Orchards is right across the highway from Melon Acres. Run by Sandy and Hugh McKinley, with the able assistance of their 10 year old grandson, Austin, McKinley Orchards is a much smaller farm than Melon Acres, but it has the advantage of having not only a summer farm market but a year ‘round restaurant. Only open Friday and Saturdays (starting at 4:30 Knox County time, which is 5:30 EST), the 130 seat place is run by family and friends (with daughter Michelle in the kitchen) and it is the closest thing to going to grandma’s for dinner that I done since I lost both my own.

The food is not, repeat not, fancy, but boy is it good. In the summer, up to three quarters of the produce might be home grown, but last night, only the asparagus was (it came from Melon Acres, naturally.) It’s all arrayed on a small buffet that can get really crowded as people pack in. Last night there were various salads and spiced apples (terrific!) on one side and hot foods on the other — fried chicken and ham  olls (the two things the restaurant is famous for), as well as sliced ham, pot roast, perfect mashed potatoes (made by Austin!), gravy, green beans and asparagus, and fabulous sweet and yeasty rolls.) To wash it all down, bottomless pitchers of iced tea (sweet or unsweetened) or lemonade. 

So you can imagine how stuffed we were when the waitress stopped by to ask about dessert. Whispering in one of my ears was the little Weight Watchers angel, in the other was the grinning devil who had heard all about the McKinley pies. I ordered coconut cream. All I can tell you is that it was one of the best pieces of pie I have ever had – the crust was like puff pastry, flakey and scrumptious.

You pay at the cash register on the way out. The bill for two? A whopping 22 bucks.

Reservations are essential given the fine food and limited hours of operation.812-745-4175