“Boy I bet they were glad to see you guys coming.” said my father as I was assembling last Saturday morning’s bounty from the local farmers market. Now, I know it’s really cool to take pictures of the food as it’s purchased from the variety of friendly, local vendors, but it was early, I was not in my normal surroundings, nor was I properly caffeinated, and often still forget that I have this lovely blog that benefits from pretty pictures of friendly farmers.
Now, the Deerfield Farmers Market has a tendancy to resemble Dupont-like crowds (in both size and demeanor) but I was pleasantly surprised to find just a smattering of people, all quite friendly. MommaBear surmised the frosty temps (45 or so) may have scared them away.
So, here’s the haul:
The cheese. The brie with apricot preserves and almonds made me DIE. Rachel Zoe style. In the back is some seriously aged cheddar (5, 6 years I think?). This cheddar prompted my father to declare, “I love cheese…more than anything else. When I retire, I just want to make cheese.”
1. Dad aren’t you already retired?
2. Can I request some bleu?
And to wash it all down, one gallon of fresh apple cider. Done and DONE.