Ok, so the kids are going nuts. Crazy like caged up little hamsters who chugged multiple cups of espresso. Everyone needs to go back to school. But unlike the rest of the country, we have to wait until after Labor Day. Bless our hearts.
So, I’m looking for stuff to do. Anything to get them out and about. I figure if I keep them moving, then odds are good that we’ll survive these last couple of weeks. Maybe.
Today I decided we’d go to the local farmer’s market. There’s always live music, stuff to see and taste. A good way to spend a summer’s day.
And the summer produce is magnificent. All kinds of veggies at their peak. Ready to be incorporated into some type of delicious dish that will grace our dinner table. Inspiration for a good meal was everywhere.
I love how much the girls lit up with every stall we ventured into. I’ve tried very hard to introduce my kids to all sorts of different foods, and I’ve had some great success! My kids may not be carb kids, but they sure do love every other type of veggie.
Shannon was particularly excited over these carrots. The more exotic the carrot, the more she is inclined to eat it. I respect that about her. Her adventurous spirit is uplifting.
Besides gorgeous produce, there were all kinds of goodies that caught my eye. Fresh baked breads, scones, cupcakes, and muffins. A carb lovers Utopia.
How about some freshly made fritters? Piping hot straight out of the fryer fritters with a side of homemade salsa. And you thought that farmer’s markets were just produce. Pssshaw.
We were having just a grand old time trying all types of fun nibbles. So, when we came to a vendor who offered Leela a taste of the very best pepper she would ever try, we were sort of trusting. He was very convincing.
The promise of a unique sweet pepper that we’ve never encountered before sang a siren’s song that was too hard to resist. So, I shrugged my shoulders and said, sure, try it!
We are trusting souls. Yes we are.
I’ve seen this face before. Let me interpret it for you…
I hate this pepper. I hate it with every fiber of my little being, but my mom is watching. She will ground me from desserts for the rest of my life if I’m rude and tell you how much I hate this pepper. You have lied to me pepper man.
I want to spit this bitter pepper out on the ground. What is mom making for dessert tonight? I wish I knew. If there is no dessert, then I’m spitting this out. Right here, right now. This pepper is the worst thing I’ve ever bitten into.
Why is mom buying a pound of these peppers? Is she crazy? Can’t she see that I hate them? I’m never eating peppers again. I will make her pay.
I will smile and tell the pepper man that they are delicious, but mom will pay for this. I rue the day that I walked into this stall. The pepper man lies.
And pay, I did. At the very next vendor where I purchased cookies and cider donuts to cleanse her palate. She couldn’t decide between the cider donut holes or the cookies that were the size of her head.
In the end she chose the cider donut holes. I told her it was a wise choice. I was also holding a bag of the offending peppers at the time, so she was still wary.
And by the looks of this photo, she had buyer’s remorse.
But luckily for her, her sister is a sharing soul. And as we all know….
Chocolate makes everything better.