Opening Day for the Farmer’s Market in my neighborhood. Behold my locally grown organic garlic. If you count Nebraska as local when you live in Kansas. I count it. I love the market. I forgot how great it smells! I forgot how friendly and helpful most of the vendors are. I did not forget how beautiful all the food looks all stacked up together shiny and plump.

All my favorites were there….the Tamale guy, the bakery people, all the older farm couples and these sweet farm families. I love paying children money; they count it so meticulously. I bought a big bouquet of flowers mainly because the lady selling them looked lonely and I normally walk to the market and would not carry home something so bulky. Today a rain threat (and general post Friday night lazy-ness) led me to drive the car.

I bought sage because it looked pretty. I bought rosemary because it was sitting next to the sage. I plan to try and plant these babies but for now they sit in the box. They may become soup or something later. I have no idea. I gave up on making a meal plan before going to the farmer’s market. The beauty of the market is you never know what will grab you. So I buy what looks good from people who seem nice.  Call me crazy but I think that’s an excellent way to eat.