Prairie fires make beautiful moons. My first farmers market was sort of typical. The regulars sussed me out or played it cool, waiting to see if I'd be a one-timer. I sold something. It made me hungry. Being at market always makes me hungry. The Thai ladies at the market in Fairbanks once chided me for being in another food line so soon after I'd gotten chicken curry from them. And a completely lovely thing happened when my friendly table-neighbor, Hugo, introduced me to my n