dang it, a blog is hard to maintain. I think that will change, though. I’ve just recently been temporarily laid off from my job, so I think I should have all kinds of free time to write blog posts
Lots of yummy things at the farmer’s market today. I always loves me some Zingerman’s cheese. A while back, we went on the tour of the creamery. I love having such good food so close by. Actually, just the other day, I stopped by the Bakehouse to get some rolls for some pulled pork I made, and there was Ari (Zingerman god) just sitting at a picnic table, working on his laptop. Is that guy always working? He’s either at the Roadhouse or Zingerman’s Next Door doing some kind of coffee tasting or such, or he’s working on a laptop outside of the Bakehouse. Enough of my Ari tangent, but really, Zingerman’s knows what they’re doing when it comes to cheese. Their mozzarella is wonderful.
And then there’s Roos Roast, a locally roasted coffee. They always have a table at the farmer’s market. I love most the screen printed coffee bags – you are getting a little bit of art with every bag you buy.
I really appreciate their sign. It’s bold. And made out of a coffee bean bag. So very green of them.
Lots of green stuff out there right now, lots and lots of greens. Let’s take a look at some of them now. Delicious looking, aren’t they? In mid-June, there are still just a lot of greens. Oh, tomatoes, how I long for you.
One of my more favorite people at the market is this guy. He’s there with his black vest, his blue shirt, his red apron folded over, and this gorgeous produce. If I hadn’t just picked up my share from Our Family Farm, I would have definitely bought some of his food. He told me I could take all the pictures I wanted of him. That actually made me a little reticent to take photos of him; hence, the photo of just his food (and his apron).
Ava always enjoys the farmer’s market – I think she does some kind of dance routine just about every time we go. This week was no exception.
She also partook of some of the strawberries I bought. They weren’t the sweetest strawberries, so she would take a bite of one, drop the rest of the berry on the ground, then immediately ask for another one. I can understand the need to eat something that looks so delicious.
And the boy is around, too. He just had to sit in the stroller today. Note bump on the head. For once, it’s not a bump from him knocking his head on something. It’s a bug bite. Yikes.
And a reminder from the good people of the farmer’s market: