I took advantage of the gorgeous weather today and walked the few blocks from my workplace to the farmers market. There is always a good crowd there drawn to the stalls selling honey, baklava, popsicles, and different kinds of food. I always gravitate towards the fruits and vegetables first and I spotted some good looking tomatoes. Greenhouse grown but make a good salad indeed.
People were going crazy over the kettle corn, especially the Ethiopian spice, which has a slight sweetness but the perfect balance of spice. I love Ethiopian food so obviously I had to buy some of this kettle corn. The spicy hot chocolate was also tasty and oh so fiery!
And then I happened across these pretty lilacs and smelled them..ahh..and smiled, and smelled them again, and again. I could have stood there a while longer with my nose close to the flowers but lunch was calling my name.
I leave the farmers market hoping that next Thursday I will find some rhubarb and bake one heck of a strawberry rhubarb pie. Thinking about pie makes me hungrier so I walk directly to the food truck that takes me back to my roots. The son and mother duo prepare tender, juicy, flavorful meat and one bite will send you to kafta heaven. For those of you who are not familiar with kafta, it is ground beef mixed with parsley, onions, and spices. When I see the truck from my office window I know it’s going to be a good day. I converse a little with the owner and order the halloumi panini and buy a classic kafta sandwich to take home to the husband. I convey my thanks to the wonderful woman whose hands have shaped the meat mixed with love and I go on my blissful way.