I rolled out of bed, put on a hat and made my way downstairs to the Farmer's Market. Gotta love that convenience! I filled my bag with beautiful apples, some fresh eggs from the guy who thinks I'm Leonardo DiCaprio, and some pastries for breakfast. As usual, the pastries are reflective of the differences between myself and my husband. Pumpkin Bread is both savory and sweet at the same time, so we each got 2 slices of the small loaf. And then my additional pastry was a cheese covered bread stick, while keith's was a chocolate croissant (although there are times I can't resist chocolate croissants like this one - it reminds me of our trip to Venice...we ate one of these at a stall right outside our apartment just steps from San Marco Square).
Chris, I have to say that it seems a little unfair that someone who lives in NYC can walk out the door and be at a farmers market, and someone who lives on a farm, would have to get in the car and drive 25 miles to the nearest one. And then, try to find a parking place! I do have my own little farmers market, in the form of a garden, lol, but it's too early for anything to be ready! And, I didn't plant any chocolate croissants this year!
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HAHA...all part of city life. We desperately try to make everything as convenient as possible so we can justify the high rents and living in such crowded conditions. :)
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