Now that I live relatively close to a farmer’s market, I’m feeling that I should actually go to it. With all it has to offer, why shouldn’t I, right? The flowers, the fruit, the veggies…it just seems that someone who is as into food as I am would love a farmer’s market. And while I genuinely do enjoy perusing the aisles and soaking in the sights, I’ve yet to come home with something other than dog treats.
I’m fairly certain this has to be some sort of weird medical condition. I mean who drives the distance, parks the car, and walks through the crowds NOT to buy anything?
You know who?
I’m weird kids.
Weird as in REALLY STINKING WEIRD.
So I’m putting it out there today…on the internets…so that I can be held accountable…
As God as my witness, I will, before summer’s end, buy a piece of fruit…or a vegetable from the Marietta Farmer’s Market.
And eat it.
Now if you’ll excuse me…I’m going to hang my head in shame. Then I’m going to find some good recipes that call for fresh fruits/or vegetables. Preferably involving okra.
Hope you’re having a happy Saturday!