The day revolved around food. It started out with pancakes, made the only way that Violet will occasionally eat them.
Then, I was walking through the kitchen and noticed the neatly organized fruit and veggies for Violet’s play kitchen. I shot the picture on the back deck for dramatic effect, that’s not actually where I noticed them.
So, the morning progressed. I was making the shopping list and decided a family outing to the farmer’s market would make for a fun morning. We all piled in to the car to make the 30 minute (at least) trek down to the Farmer’s Market.
There’s a lot of hunters in North Carolina. Today we passed four different pickup trucks, all with the dog cages in the back for the hunting dogs. As a side note, we hear shotgun blasts while sitting in our living room on a fairly regular basis. It’s weird. It’s like we’re in a war-zone. So, we drive passed the group of rednecks hunting, and get to my favorite handmade sign of the season.
Images of turkeys trapped in a pen with fat, balding, rednecks shooting at them appear in my mind. What else could it be? Where is the sport?
We keep driving and get to the Farmer’s Market. It’s such a neat place.
I used to go to the one in Kansas City, but I don’t think it’s anywhere near as interesting as this one. The one in KC might be a bit bigger, but they don’t have collard greens, I betcha.
I really admire these people growing all this local food. The local stuff has so much more flavor.
The kids always have a good time. They end up snacking on all kinds of good stuff: apples, tomatoes, cookies… They are absent from my photos today, don’t know why.
