I’ve been on a MAJOR vegetable kick lately. I even did vegetarian lunches all this week.
Some days I think I could easily become vegetarian.
But then I get a massive craving for red meat.
So there’s that.
Last weekend, the kids and I ventured off to an indoor farmer’s market. I haven’t been there in forever, and because it’s about 20-25 minutes away, I tend to forget about its existence.
It’s super, super, super cheap.
Pity that.
We went.
And loaded up.
Big time.
The place is always busy. People hustling and bustling. Much like Christmas shopping. You know, without the frivolity of rousing choruses of Jingle Bell Rock.
Or something like that.
Nick commandeered the shopping cart.
Poor thing. That was a challenge in and ot itself.
Madeline took charge of tossing things in the cart.
Without asking first.
I need to keep an eye on that because we ended up with three different varieties of tomatoes.
Which, theoretically, is a good thing.
Well, in practicality, it is too.
The girl likes tomatoes like nobody’s business.
It’s more that we have to make sure we don’t buy more than we can get through before they go bad.
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