We moved here from the salad bowl of the United States. Monterey knew how to do farmers markets. There were stands upon stands upon stands of fresh produce. Berries, apples, oranges, plums, tomatoes, vegetables, herbs…they had it all. And the markets were HUGE.
Yesterday evening we went to our first farmers market since moving to PA.
And while Pennsylvania doesn’t have the plethora of produce that California has, let me tell you what they do have…
Holy freakin’ cow, people. They do everything!
They grow produce, have chickens (and quail) and sell the eggs, milk their cows and make cheese, bake bread, make homemade root beer, can, and make the most delicious sweets.
So our bag of farmers market takeaways wasn’t quite as healthy as it used to be in California, but boy is it yummy!
And just because a little baby head peeking out of a carrier is always cute, here’s this…