I let myself loose in the farmers market this past weekend.  It’s a dangerous thing to do.  I always want everything.  There is just so much bounty there.  You want squash?  They have every kind.  Fruit? Don’t even get me started.  Three bunches of hearty greens for four dollars?  YUP.  SOLD.  I strategically avoid the areas where they sell the meat and fancy cheeses, because that could be a problem for me. They are deliciously pricey.  I want them.  All of them. There is also an area where I only let myself go occasionally that sells goat milk ice cream and a booth that sells gluten free cinnamon coffee cake.  Obviously, I want those things too.  I am not shy.  I love food.

This time, I gave myself a budget of twenty bucks and it was off to the races.  We were done shopping when the money ran out.  We got a bunch of grapes, pomegranates, persimmons,beets, delicata squash,kale, chard, collards, some pickling cucumbers and some dill.  Oh, and I also treated myself to a gluten free crepe with bacon and tomatoes. ( I obviously did not strategically avoid that aisle hard enough.) The husband got some coffee.  We sat in the sun on that unseasonably warm Sunday and chatted it up with a good friend and her beautiful baby girl.  It was a lovely way to spend a morning. […]