Every other Saturday morning, I roll my weary body out bed and head to a local farmers market to work with Cathy, a fellow blogger friend of mine. She roasts the most amazing Bavarian Nuts right in her booth. They are are glazed with cinnamon and vanilla. They are sweet, crunchy and out of this world!
I love arriving a few minutes before the market opens. It's quiet, peaceful.
The smell of fresh cut flowers and kettlecorn
the sight of beautiful plump berries, juicy peaches and luscious heirloom tomatoes
the sound of bluegrass, jazz or folk music from local musicians...
I feel alive.
Others arrive early as well, eager to fill their baskets with edible treasures.
The bell rings at eight o'clock. The market is officially open for business.
Plates of hearty biscuits and gravy, fresh berry crepes, warm sweet scones and spicy breakfast burritos drift past.
Baskets are filled to overflowing with a bounty of goodness.
We blissfully carry our treasures home, day dreaming of the delectable tastes and textures that await.
Simple pleasures are the sweetest.