Monday, August 29, 2011

Saturday Market August 27, 2011

Well, we had a great day at Market, ahead of the category 72 hurricane. Everyone had a good time, then left abruptly so as to get home and board up their windows against the high winds….which didn’t come….although we did get the most flooding ever…which the weather experts didn’t predict. Oh, well, we can count it as a break, like a work break, a Mother Nature enforced work break. Think I’ll just loaf, unless it goes on for too long, in which case I’ll have to find honest workL.

So I have some regular Market pix, followed by some post-storm pix. Enjoy. Rara Avis

Early apples

Immature pickles

Cream cheese frosting

Now for the bad news

That's a wave of silt swelling up in front of former booths.

Looks more like earthquake damage

This one is my favorite. That's Miller's booth still standing after catching and holding what looks like 3 or 4 other booths located upstream.

The sink, however, came through without a scratch.

I'm reliably told that this uncovered post dates from the days of the old mink farm.

Gotcha, Ira!!

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Saturday Market August 20, 2011

Sooo……some trees in the yard have started turning already…and me without any wood stacked-or piled-or even ordered. Guess I’d better get on that. Well, the Market’s doing great. We had about a billion visitors this week, or maybe a million. The fiddle music really rocked the place. Everything is in season including those cute little husk tomatoes, also called ground cherries. You just squeeze them out of the outer husks and pop them into your mouth…mmmmm.

John's ready for vacay.

Tat of the week

This mild mannered looking duo just killed. People gyrated themselves into a daze, and later on the band took hostages. We're still searching.

That's fresh mozzarella on the slice.

Kurt's latest photobomb

Monday, August 1, 2011

Saturday Market July 30, 2011

This week we had a group of Iraqis from S.I.T come by the Market. They were quite interested in the makeup of my goods. I spent a while explaining the ins and outs of Whoopie Pies and Russian Teacakes. It occurred to me that the world would be a better place if cultures could interact at the Farmers Market.

I didn't know that many vegetables existed.

Black Cat Tat

Spies from the Greenfield, NY Market. Gotcha!

Dinga ding ding ding dinga dinga ding

And here's the dinger.

That's MS Smiley to you!