To kick off the long weekend, my husband and I ventured out to the Durham Farmers Market in Central Park early on Saturday morning.
Chowing down on local and organic samples.
For all you Veggie Tales fans out there, this one is in honor of Bob the Tomato. I suppose I have an excuse to be a Veggie Tales fan, I work with children. (I will always find an excuse to be a Veggie Tales fan. Always).
I think these are some sort of eggplant like vegetable. Regardless of their moniker I thought they made a pretty photo.
My hubby reminding us of his days as a Duke student. Yes, he slept out for months at a time in freezing temperatures to snag tickets, a Krzyzewskiville right of passage. I might make a bad Duke student 'cause I sure rather have my comfy bed and running water than tickets to a big game.
I too am locally grown.
A pumpkin can only mean one thing: fall is just around the corner. Cool crisp mornings, changing leaves, and plenty of pumpkin based treats can not come soon enough. I think I can smell the pumpkin bread already. Or, maybe that's just crumbs burning in my toaster oven.
Because many people want to bring their pet ostriches to the Farmer's Market.
I am always a fan of flowers in Mason jars. It's such a simple, rustic, southern look.
Durham Central Park, home of the tasty, the local, and the natural.
Grossing other market goers out. Typical.
Those eyes, gets me every time.
Have you ever been to a Farmer's Market? Do you have any good ideas for using plenty of fresh veggies and fruit?