TO THE MARKET

On Saturday, K., Rusty, Sloane and I packed ourselves into the car and ventured out to the farmer's market.
The excursion ended up being more stressful than it needed to be - because of Rusty, not because of Sloane - but I'm still glad we made it out. Next time, we vowed, we'd leave Rusty at home. Which is a shame because the South of the James farmer's market is where dogs of all shapes and sizes come with their owners to see, be seen, and mingle. but it's also gotten so much bigger and more crowded, which means Rusty can't contain himself he's so excited. I don't blame him, bigger means there are more vendors and I myself can hardly contain myself from wanting to buy up all the fresh produce, flowers, cheese and other nifty things they have out. I am realizing that I'm a sucker for nifty things sold at a stand, outdoors. Especially in farmer's market format.

Pictured above is the glorious Bagel With the Works from the Crossroads vendor at the market: onion bagel with herb cream cheese, tomatoes, capers, red onions and microgreens.I had to wait almost 30 minutes in line for this but it was deelicious.