I’m an early bird. I fall asleep at grandma-esque hours (reading in bed at 9:30, passed out by 10) and rise with the sun. Going to the farmer’s market on the weekend is one of my most precious pastimes. I’m an amateur cook (and that’s a bit of an overstatement), but I can’t get enough of the sights and smells of roughage being snapped, raw cantaloupe flesh, the murmurs of conversation and the infinite expanse of dogs and babies. It’s my own religion, really; who needs to go to a stuffy church when I can salivate over the fragrant, beautiful fruits of the earth? I worship at the altar of the tangible.
[Photos via marcinema on flickr]
I am with you the farmers market is a wonderful summer place to be. I’m so lucky there is one so close to my house. Beautiful pictures.
I will have to bring my camera with me next time I go to the market
I’m with you on this one, there is nothing that thrills me more than a market trip filled with fresh, local fruits & veggies. This week I loaded up on some sweet cherries, grapes, a watermelon, tomatoes, and peaches. MMmmmm mmmm!
amen!
Beautiful post
beautifully written. i couldn’t agree more.
gorgeous. My local farmer’s market left off last year with purple shallots, the most uncommon hot peppers, mango goats milk soap… and started again with three shades of asparagus… loaded up on potted herbs. Can’t wait for midsummer. It’s utterly overwhelming.
If you ever get a chance, go to the farmer’s market in Madison, WI. It’s one of the best imaginable farmer’s market experiences. Tables of honey displays in every shade of amber, eggs in all shapes, sizes, and colors. Lush cut flower arrangements, fine smoked cheeses, *amish cashew brittle*, rare herbs, purple potatoes and carrots…. this doesn’t even cover 1/20th of it.
LeToille, a restaurant right off the square (won the James Beard award) uses exclusively produce from the adjacent market to craft exquisite, once in a lifetime dishes.
me too! love this alison!
Gorgeous photos! I couldn’t agree more – a weekly trip to the farmer’s markets here in upstate is something I always look forward to.
Loverly photos of all the natural booty! BOOTY HO!
I’m a total grandma. I made jello the other day, for crying out loud! It WAS for a blog post, but still. I made it. And I ate it.
That is awesome. I can’t remember the last time I had jello…that wasn’t in a shot.