Day at the Market

One of my favorite memories from studying abroad in France is my daily visit to the farmers market. Each morning on my way to class, I would stop by and pick up breakfast-- grape tomatoes fresh off the vine, strawberries, grapes, etc. Breakfast to go a la francais. I loved walking along the carts, looking at the vibrant colors of the fruits and vegetables. Something about the arrangement of the big blocks of color, I found utterly stimulating.

When I moved to Birmingham, I learned of its huge, daily farmers market. Today, I finally went. I am only upset I didn't go sooner. It was wonderful! Better than a shopping mall. Okay, maybe not. Anyway, one of the vendors must have thought I was weird as I just strolled up and down the tight aisles with my mouth open, eyes glazed over at all of the beautiful produce. And to top it off, they had a flea market. Um, did someone say, heaven?

Here's what I walked away with....

It wasn't two minutes after I walked into the house that I had a slice of tomato with salt and pepper. And I don't think I've ever tasted a sweeter strawberry! However, I am most excited about my white hobnail milk glass for $4.50. As my Mom would say, it's the bargain of the day!