The Farmer’s Market

It was a beautiful, Sunday morning in early Autumn a couple of days ago. The sun was out and it was warm so what better thing to do than to invite the dog to “want to go in the CAR?” and head for the local farmer’s market in Caloundra here on the Sunshine coast of Australia.

I love farmer’s markets because the producer is right there in front of me.  I can ask if they use pesticides or what’s the best recipe for a vegetable I’m not familiar with.  It’s great for the farmer or producer too because they get instant feedback from their customers without having to go through the middleman.  With Charlie on his leash we moved from stall to stall sniffing the aromas, admiring the produce and asking questions.

Here’s what we bought, don’t they look good enough to eat?

There was a stall selling sausages with grilled onions and it made us SO hungry.  Because we had Charlie with us there was no sitting down at the outside tables because there’s a law saying dogs can’t sit with their owners where other people eat.

Not to be outdone, we stopped for some sandwiches and headed for the shore.  It was a quiet day on the Pumicestone Passage with only a few people fishing, boating or swimming.  The man who’s fishing on the rocks in this photo was concerned that Charlie was going to scare his fish but Chucko wouldn’t dream of doing anything of the sort.  He was totally focused on sharing our sandwiches.

We work most of the time and days like this almost feel like holidays.  Weatherwise, today is just like Sunday and I’m trying to decide if we head to the beach or sit inside and work.  How badly do I need time off is pushing how badly I need to pay the bills.  Maybe I can compromise and do both.

Charlie has voted to take his ball and frisbee to the beach!  So it’s decided.  I’m packing the picnic basket hard boiled eggs, some of the pickled beets I made the other day and some rustic artisan bread I baked this morning.  See  you later!