So Joe and I have enjoyed farmer’s markets for our whole married life.  All thirteen months of it.

In Charlottesville, the market was on Saturday mornings, and it was very chill, lots of good food, not super crowded.  We would sleep in and then roll on over, no big deal.  The farmer’s market here in Baltimore is a whole different ball game.  We wake our sorry selves up at 6:45 on Sunday morning so that we can drive to the heart of downtown Baltimore to fight over the free parking with the rest of the crazies.  The market is enormous, and is located under the beltway.  At first, I thought this was weird.  But actually, it’s a natural shelter and is pretty darn smart.  And loud.

The market is bustling bright and early, and full of produce, flowers, and every snack you could possibly want.  The very first thing I did last week was follow my nose straight to the fresh kettlecorn.  It did not disappoint.  I’ve rearranged my grocery shopping schedule so that I can stock up on our produce for the week at the farmer’s market.  After some research and price shopping, it turns out that farmer’s market prices are slightly cheaper than conventional grocery prices, but not by much.  We probably won’t save a ton by shopping this way, but we will be saving emissions from polluting our atmosphere by buying local, so we’ll take the small triumphs, you know?

I mean, the scenery alone is reason enough to make it to the farmer’s market.  There’s tons of gorgeous flowers, and fresh, ripe produce that makes our mouths water.  More importantly – it’s honeycrisp season.  Now you know what I will be eating for lunch every day for the next month.  We always finish our farmer’s market visit with some banging tiny doughnuts – they’re Joe’s new favorite.And that’s powdered sugar all over the ground.  Because Joe won’t let me put sprinkles or cinnamon on the doughnuts.  He’s a purist.  I think I’ll keep him.

And in other food news (because my grocery shopping habits are of supreme interest) – I went to Wegman’s for the first time.  It was amazing and overwhelming.  It looks like a castle, and is full of awesome things.  I’m talking a fully stocked deli and bakery, a trail mix bar, a great seafood section, a whole cheese area, and a great supply of Essie nailpolish.  This place is crazy.  I understand why Northerner’s are so obsessed.

On Wednesday, I was inspired to create by Mallory’s post that I did something impulsive and made a polka dot wall in our living room.  It’s pretty girly, but I’m liking it more and more.  I used this tutorial that I found on pinterest a while ago, and slightly modified it to suit our space.  It was a super easy project overall, and is definitely high impact.

And finally, because transparency is important around here, and I don’t want this blog to become about maintaining an image, this is what our kitchen table looks like.  There’s three computers living there, and I’m not totally sure why.  I am anxiously awaiting the arrival of my desk next weekend so that we can actually eat at our table.

So that’s it for this week.  I’m not quite sure how to sign off on this random post that was mostly about farmer’s markets but also about polka dot walls, but happy weekend, and may the local produce be with you.