Michelle – I don’t normally focus my camera on baked goods at these markets, but I agree, that one looks tasty. As markets go, this one was nice enough but pales by far in comparison to Madison’s. We were in Madison on a weekend this time, so didn’t have a chance to make it there, though we did spend part of a day in the area around the capitol building, visiting museums and having lunch.
Mmmmm boy! What’s better than a farmer’s market? Not much, I reckon. My first non-fruit picking and/or babysitting job was to go to the Kitchener Farmer’s Market every Saturday and Wednesday morning with the biggest local farmer. It was a 2 hour trip and we had to be there at 5:00 to open our stalls, so we all slept over at the farmer’s house and crawled into trucks at 3:00 am. We’d stop on the way for a quick breakfast and be more or less awake by the time we got to the market, unloaded the trucks and set up our stalls. I was the tomato girl. The best part was the first morning coffee break when we’d go to the indoor stalls and hit the Amish bakers for the best butter-tarts I’ve ever had before or since. I did that for 4 summers all through high-school. I still love markets in the early mornings. Thanks for the trip down memory lane, Mike
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I would love a bowl of those cherries right now!
I had forgotten about the cherries that are available in that area until this trip. Many of the supermarkets had ads up advertising them.
Whatever that is at the bottom- I want!
Michelle – I don’t normally focus my camera on baked goods at these markets, but I agree, that one looks tasty. As markets go, this one was nice enough but pales by far in comparison to Madison’s. We were in Madison on a weekend this time, so didn’t have a chance to make it there, though we did spend part of a day in the area around the capitol building, visiting museums and having lunch.
Mmmmm boy! What’s better than a farmer’s market? Not much, I reckon. My first non-fruit picking and/or babysitting job was to go to the Kitchener Farmer’s Market every Saturday and Wednesday morning with the biggest local farmer. It was a 2 hour trip and we had to be there at 5:00 to open our stalls, so we all slept over at the farmer’s house and crawled into trucks at 3:00 am. We’d stop on the way for a quick breakfast and be more or less awake by the time we got to the market, unloaded the trucks and set up our stalls. I was the tomato girl. The best part was the first morning coffee break when we’d go to the indoor stalls and hit the Amish bakers for the best butter-tarts I’ve ever had before or since. I did that for 4 summers all through high-school. I still love markets in the early mornings. Thanks for the trip down memory lane, Mike
XUP – How interesting. Thanks for sharing a different perspective on farm markets.