NC State Farmer’s Market and a Family Visit

This past weekend, not only did my aunt Meme come to visit but we also went to the state farmer’s market for the first time. ((I know – it’s kind of sad that we’ve been in the area for 6 years now and we are just now going to the farmer’s market. Another confession: I’ve lived in NC my whole life and I never went to the state fair before 2010. Sad, I know.))

Meme got in Friday night and came bearing gifts for LB: books! The Littlest Brewster is obsessed with books right now, so new reading material is greatly appreciated. (One can only read What Do You Do With A Kangaroo? so many times before one goes mad.)

Reading our new books with Meme

Reading our new books with Meme

The farmer’s market was pretty awesome. We went at the crack of dawn, because that’s the kind of people we are, and I would highly recommend that approach. By the time we left, around 9:45, it was getting really crowded. I will say that most stalls were selling the same fruits and vegetables, so it was more a matter of finding the cheapest cantaloupe rather than finding something exotic that no one else was selling. However, the blueberries and melon that we bought were fantastic and we all gobbled them up within a day or so.

In addition to the fruit and vegetable stalls, there’s a permanent building where the cheese- and wine-makers set up, as well as the meat vendors and some home goods. DB bought me a cake of locally made peppermint goat’s milk soap that I’m absolutely loving. We talked about getting some of the organic grass-fed steaks but they were all sold out so maybe next time for that.

Since we went at the crack of dawn, we got to go for breakfast at the official farmer’s market restaurant. All of the waitresses wear overalls, which meant that I thought everyone was pregnant as overalls are one of the least flattering outfits ever. DB says that our waitress actually was pregnant, but I’m not sure that she looked any bigger or more rotund than any of the other waitresses. And due to poor planning on my part, we didn’t bring anything to keep LB occupied while we were waiting for our food. So we resorted to letting her stack the single-serving jam and syrup packets. Which went reasonably well until she smashed a syrup packet on her ear and squirted syrup all in her hair and down the back of her dress. Lesson learned: bring crayons.

Outside the restaurant were some animals that the Littlest Brewster insisted on riding. She had a good time, particularly on the ponies, and it gave me some good photo ops for the day.July.20.13.1 July.20.13.3 July.20.13.5 Sunday was another family filled day, with my dad and DB’s mom and some family friends coming for lunch. The Littlest Brewster was in barnacle mode and wanting to be carried constantly; if DB or I refused to pick her up, she would just go from adult to adult until she found someone willing to carry her. I like to mess with her and crouch down to her level when she’s whining for me to pick her up. She gets really, really mad and keeps exhorting me “Up! Mommy! Up! Up! Moooooooooooove!!!!” Maybe it makes me a jerk mom, but I’m telling myself it teaches her patience. 😛

Meme flew out Sunday night and it was sad to see her go. It’s a shame that I wasn’t close with her before my mom died, but I feel like we’ve got a pretty good relationship now. Hopefully it won’t be too long before we get a chance to get everyone together again, but you all know how easily it is to lose track of time and let life get in the way and before you know it, it’s been a year and you haven’t visited. The best laid plans, eh?


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