We've waited for six months for the Farmer's Market in our new town to open. It's finally here! The crops aren't bountiful yet in these parts, but there are still some beautiful things to be had. (Fresh strawberries and a loaf of pumpkin chocolate chip bread were consumed in short order.)
Truthfully, the Farmer's Market in our previous city is pretty hard to compete with. It was a few short blocks from our place and open year-round. Every Sunday we'd walk down the street to be assaulted by what can only be described as Kiddie Shangri La. Beautiful produce aside, there was a petting zoo, pony rides, a moonbounce, and a carnival swing ride. Face painting, snow cones, kettle corn, and balloons rounded out the fun for the under five set. Every week my daughter would ride a pony - Ladybug and Snowball were her horses of choice - usually not far from Dave Grohl's (Nirvana and Foo Fighters) daughter. Other days she would pet goats or chase a pig near Holly Hunter's twin boys. There was bluegrass banjo and tropical steel drums being played and fresh corn and pork tamales with tomatillo salsa to be consumed. I miss that market and its' access to all that weekly festivity.
When we talked about the Farmer's Market in our new place, I wasn't quite sure how my girl would take the news that, in most cases, a Farmer's Market is really all about the food. There would be no animals, no rides, no festivities. And while she appreciates good food, somehow it's not quite the same magical experience.
Which is why, Little Bear, we've decided to get you a pony of your very own!!!
P.S. You're not really getting a pony. But could I interest you in some more pumpkin chocolate chip bread? How's about some nice broccoli rabe? Anyone? Anyone.....?
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