farmer's market sunday.

one of my favorite things about living where we live is how close everything is. being able to wake up on sunday morning and walk to church here is the best: one of our favorite things to do on a sunday is to get up for Mass at 10am, then go get coffee somewhere and make brunch at home (sometimes we go out for that brunch and add in a bloody mary if we've been "out too late" the night before). when it's nice out and the growing season is in full swing, we head down to the lowertown farmer's market for our coffee and some local produce.lately, we've been skipping the veggie section at the grocery store and getting all of our vegetable produce at one of the many farmer's markets around here. i can hit one up twice a week during my workday, on the weekend in lowertown, and now there's a market three blocks away from us on wednesday and sunday. it makes it ridiculously easy to eat cheap and healthy, because for $20 you can get about twice as many veggies as you can get at the grocery store for the same price. plus, if you are an apartment dweller like we are, and can't grow anything yourself (or kill all green things you come into contact with like me), it's the next best way to get local produce. if you live anywhere near a farmer's market and aren't going yet, stop being silly.Mister Man and i made the short trek downtown yesterday, and it was lovely. i wore a farmer's market outfit, which for me means something on the hippie spectrum like a long skirt and a tee, or i whip out one of my headscarves. something about a market makes me feel like i should dress for the occasion. does anyone else ever do weird things like that? dress in a "uniform" when you a specific place? we grabbed our coffee from one of the stands and then started down the aisles to check out whose peppers looked the hottest and who had the nicest looking squash (giggidy).you'll know what i mean if you are a frequent visitor, but everyone has their own style when it comes to the farmer's market. i am a slow walker. i like to look at everything, and eat all the free hummus/salsa/beef jerky samples, and talk to the vendors if i don't know what something is. i can stretch a farmer's market visit out to two hours, like a freaking professional. Mister Man on the other hand (doesn't he look adorable up there?) prefers speed when he visits. if he had it 100% his way, he would be there for no longer than 15 minutes. he said to me today, "it's like a grocery store, there's no need to stay for that long." it's lovely to learn about what makes him tick. everyday there is something new to love (and/or wrap my brain around).moral: go to the farmer's market. get a coffee. stay for a while or hit it quick and dirty. then go take a nap.

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