Cue happy dance.
In an effort to prepare for his arrival, I decided to head out to the Historic West Main Street Farmers Market after work rather than hit up the Barr Street Market tomorrow morning. I was hoping to pick up some more tomatoes (yum!) and some peppers for the quesadillas on the menu for Meatless Monday.
I have never been to this market, which is held in a parking lot on the far edges of downtown. There were a decent amount of booths but no more than the Barr Street Market, and it definitely lacked the charm of the Saturday location. Plus, there was no Farmer Joe!
I did a round around the market before making purchases, the first of which was a giant cabbage and a jar of cherry preserves.
Too bad he doesn't remember that he doesn't like cabbage.
The table was manned by an Amish dad and his child, and I couldn't resist the preserves. Operation: Clean Out the Pantry be damned! Amish preserves are the shiz.
After leaving the market, I was off to the devil mart to pick up dental floss and hopefully some Diet Snapple that I've been unable to find. One problem: I was HUNGRY. I passed a Dairy Queen, and I wondered whether I could eat ice cream for dinner. My 29-year-old self said, "No."
I passed a Lee's Chicken, then a Taco Bell, a coffee shop and, horror of all horrors, Steak 'n' Shake. You see, back in the day, I would eat me some Steak 'n' Shake. Double steak burger, fries, chili and a shake. So good and oh so bad.
I resisted, though, remembering that I had picked up peaches at the farmers market.
I grabbed one out of the bag and bit into the beautiful ripe fruit. It was so juicy that with each bite I had liquid dripping down my arms.
It was no mint Oreo shake but a fresh, uber juicy peach on a hot summer day is definitely a treat.
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