Dear Husband asked if I cared to go to the local French Market! I was very surprised. In the past, when he was still working, warm weather weekends were reserved for sailing, so we rarely had the chance to do things together. The French Market is not on the way to Lake Michigan, so I shared it with my sisters rather than DH.
The vegetable sellers had some lovely things to offer. I bought asparagus, zucchini, and green onions. I sprang for a bag of baby spinach, too. There were cherries and raspberries calling to me, but they were pretty pricy. Maybe next time.
There are at least six good-sized bread booths. I want one of everything they offer! We came away with plain French bread, and a loaf of French bread with Parmesan and garlic on top. We also picked up a loaf of ciabatta. (Too much bread, but who could resist!)
One of the bread vendors heard me encouraging DH to try the salsa at the booth next to hers. She told him not to pass it up, the it’s the best salsa she’s ever had. He went back, tried it, and we brought a container home. I didn’t buy from the vendor who made the recommendation this time, but you can be sure I’ll shop at her booth in the future. AND, we might even try their tortilla chips, too.
The flowers were all calling to me. I’ve never seen such a wonderful display of cut flowers, hanging baskets and garden starts. There was a bouquet of yellow gerbera daisies, white spider mums, something else white, and assorted greens that had my name on it. But, I managed to walk way without picking it up. I don’t know how I did that, because flowers really talk to me, and they would have been gorgeous on my kitchen counter. Perhaps next time….
There were jewelry booths with stones and beads and wonderful settings. There was a small booth of porcelain serving pieces. I wanted them ALL. There was one quiche dish that was calling to me, but it was on the pricey side. I passed it up, whimpering. There was a great ceramics booth, and another with scarves and clothing. I walked by cards, and mouse mats, and seasonings and health items.
The jumble of things was wonderful. We were there early enough that we could move through the aisles, but it was becoming more difficult through out our visit. I enjoyed it all. Next time..I plan to bring home some of the flavored popcorn! It spoke to me, too. *G*
It’s not difficult, at all, to picture you at the French Market. I wonder if there is a cure for addiction to flowers?