My husband and I didn’t make our traditional grocery shopping list when we headed out to the farmers’ market at 7:00 a.m. We usually plan our meals and make the shopping list the night before so we’re armed with an attack plan and don’t get too suckered in by the piles of gorgeous vegetables, fruits, baked goods, and even wine! We head to the farmers’ market first to support local farmers and buy fresh regional produce before we head to our local grocery store to stock up on whatever else we might need that week, such as milk or yogurt. Every now and then when we’re at the farmers’ market, we buy something unexpected. Once, it was several beautiful blueberry bushes. This Saturday, we bought 18 pounds of peach seconds.
Lee is really enjoying his gig as a goat-cheese salesman, and I am too. Every morning that he works the farmers’ market, he slips off at 5:30 a.m., leaving behind coffee in the old-fashioned silver percolator for me. Although I miss our weekend mornings sipping coffee together, Lee’s return from the market is like receiving a surprise gift basket every day.