The good ‘ol Farmer’s Market. For folks back in the 1800’s it was like going to a Vegas Nightclub. Pack together a few hundred people and some live music and for a simple-minded man you’ve got yourself a party! Call in all the chilluns, the hound dog Roger, and saddle up the horses. It’s gonna be a wild weekend…
After all, nothing screams excitement like fresh tomatoes, green beans, and hand-painted wooden cats that you can buy from a woman named Suzanne.
My favorite item though would have to be those honey sticks you can buy for a quarter each. Nothing will stretch your dollar further and if you have an oral fixation like I do, nothing beats gnawing on that plastic straw for a few hours after every drop of honey has been sucked out.
This was our first time to this farmer’s market. And all jokes aside it was a great time and we plan on going every Saturday mornin’ to get our fixins’ for the week.