The Farmer’s Market.
It’s a taste sensation. Seriously. A couple of bucks, and you have enough roughage for a week. I love the smells (Cinnamon, Brats, Incense), the people (So frassin’ ecclectic), the hippy dippy artisan shit (No, I don’t need that turquoise native American necklace…but I still want it.) I’m even thinking about investing in a man bag to bring with me that I can put all of my produce in.
It made for an awesome curry dinner last night. (Curried veggies over jasmine rice. And yes, we did make the curry appropriately this time.)
Maybe I’ll see you there some Saturday or Sunday morning?
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