I went to the Farmer's Market with Angie yesterday. She facebook-messaged me out of the blue Friday afternoon and so we made a date for 8 a.m. Saturday. I'd never been to a farmer's market before - it was everything I dreamed of and more. I expected the potatoes and squash and the free-range eggs and maybe even the apples, but I was pleasantly surprised by the turnips and cabbage and carrots and pork and chicken and beef and cheese...oh, the cheese!
I'd planned on taking $20 from the ATM, but I followed Angie's lead and pulled $60 instead. I'm pretty sure Angie went home with nearly $20; I have a single, solitary dollar bill left in my wallet. I don't care, though; I got a hell of a bounty:
one pound of chorizo sausage
a dozen farm-fresh, free-range jumbo eggs
two pounds new red potatoes
three bulbs of garlic
a head of cabbage
a bunch of carrots
a round of fresh goat cheese
a wedge each of brie, aged cheddar, and smoked gouda
And a bigass bone for Finn-dog
The cheeses were the most expensive, of course, but man, I love cheese. Cheese is my favorite.
They gather every Saturday, and next on my shopping list will be beef, bacon, mushrooms, and local honey. (Local honey can help prevent allergies - have you heard that? I'd like to test the theory.) And this is just the winter harvest! I can only imagine what next summer will bring.
This makes my inner hippie so happy.
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Please don't make me cry.