On Sunday mornings, there is a small farmers' market a few minutes from our apartment. While NYC farmers' markets pretty much blow the big one compared to California farmers' markets, it's still nice to go, especially when the weather turns warmer and there's more than just the tedious supply of apples (which, by the way, some of the stands still sell in June--it's outrageous).
We also like that we get to take the dogs, although Bunni has now learned that there are bits of food on the ground, and has become a general pain in the ass to walk as she's trying to dive under every single table.
We went this past weekend with my mom.
Veggie/greens stand that also happens to have kimchi. Nice.
Expensive cherries. We didn't partake.
Pretty, but don't let the color fool you. Jersey farms just don't produce sweet fruit. This has been a hard, bitter lesson to learn over several years.
Grandma let go of me there is food to be had.
Trot, trot. Talk to our bumholes, folks.
There are several untruths in this last picture. One, Kevin did not participate in the Track & Field team. Haha I'd like to see that. Two, Kevin did not go to Penn State. I do not know why he is wearing this shirt or where he got it.