So Emily and I have decided to support our local economy and good eating habits by going to the Farmer's Market any Saturday that we can make it. This is our second trip thanks to the afore-blogged-about no smoking letter writer and his wife who first introduced us to our local market. This time we also brought along another med school friend and he is just as excited about the place as we are. We got some grass-fed only beef that was amazing in a stew that Emily made on Sunday. Next trip = grass fed steaks. We also bought some roasted pepper flavored goat cheese which is delicious. The vegetables are cheap and better than anything we can find in the grocery stores around here - so really, we love the place.
Emily and her extremely bored but cute baby friend, Emerson. Don't tell him that he was ever referred to as "cute" when he is older.
The whole group checking out some of the goods.
This is just one half of one of the three huge venues for meat, veggies, plants, etc. at the market. Matt is making a cameo appearance in the photo - on his way to getting suckered in to buying some beans that you are supposed to cook with "fatback". Gotta love Southern cooking. And, for the record, Matt refused to even entertain the idea of cooking them in fatback.
This is a fighting Praying Mantis we tried to rescue from the road. She wasn't too happy. We could tell that it was a "she" because of the close resemblance to Emily when she has to ask me more than once to unload the dishwasher.
The whole group checking out some of the goods.
This is just one half of one of the three huge venues for meat, veggies, plants, etc. at the market. Matt is making a cameo appearance in the photo - on his way to getting suckered in to buying some beans that you are supposed to cook with "fatback". Gotta love Southern cooking. And, for the record, Matt refused to even entertain the idea of cooking them in fatback.
This is a fighting Praying Mantis we tried to rescue from the road. She wasn't too happy. We could tell that it was a "she" because of the close resemblance to Emily when she has to ask me more than once to unload the dishwasher.