...to buy a fat hog.
To Haymarket, to Haymarket, to buy bags and bags of produce for the change in my pocket.
Seriously. I have fallen in love with this downtown outdoor market. Its been running Fridays and Saturdays year-round since 1830. Last weekend I spent $10 for two bags of baby carrots, five peaches, four tomatos, two boxes of raspberries, two zucchinis, two broccoli clusters, a giant bag of spinach, a bushel of six bananas, a box of strawberries and four oranges. Haymarket, you rock my weekends.
2 comments:
I am totally jealous. We don't get quite that kind of selection around here at outdoor / farmers markets.
Just found your blog.... your house is SOOOO PIMP! I LOVE IT!!!!! and your sewing skills are out of this world! Holy cow! You are amazing.
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