Yesterday my best friend texted me, “farmer’s market & happy hour?” to which I responded with the only answer there is.
Our local weekly farmer’s market moved and is now only a couple blocks from my house. I’m taking it as a sign I need to buy more locally and less Central Markety.
Although it was a small group they had everything, from bakers to cooking class options. A woman asked me if I wanted to take one of her ‘canning’ classes and I politely declined. I’m not terribly sure what that means but I’m pretty sure I’d rather buy hers than do it myself.
So after we had our fill of hand made pastas, jams, organic fruits and veggies we went and had our fill of champagne.
Thursdays are my new favorite.