Why I Can’t Go Out in Public with my Family and The Farmer’s Market

by sara on August 31, 2012

My cousin Nick is married to Akiyo who works at a Japanese restaurant in St. Charles, IL.  We met up with the fam there to enjoy a nice sushi dinner and see Akiyo in action.  In case you were wondering, I learned all of my table manners from my Dad.  Also, this meal gave him gout so he had swollen foot the rest of the trip.  That was his punishment for acting like he was 4 at the table.

My brother and I grew up with impeccable manners and were never ones to draw a scene at the table.  Clearly.

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In Japan, drinking from the bowl is a sign that you loved your noodle soup.

After the night of the sushi etiquette party, we decided to walk with my grams down to the Farmer’s Market.  First, they wanted to pause and show their Olympic spirit.

My great-grandfather used to work in this building when it was a furniture manufacturing plant.  They have since converted it into shops/restaurants and hold the Farmer’s Market in the parking lot every Saturday during the summer.  Fun fact: when my great-grandfather retired in the ’60’s they built him a custom couch to thank him for his years of work and my grandmother still has that very couch in her living room.

The Farmer’s Market was on and poppin.  Since my uncle had most everything we needed in his garden, we only came to shop for the hard to find items.

Can someone please explain to me what happened to this woman’s head?  Volunteering is scary.

We bought us some peaches!

Here is another look at kohlrabi.

I can’t remember the price on these but I’m pretty sure you couldn’t beet it.  (I’ll be here all night)

Too bad we already had 4,000 cucumbers at home.  Also, some of the stands had white eggplant.  Why does everything have to be about race?

We loaded up on red peppers to make pepper jam.  I’ll show you that fun process in a future garbl.

String beans!

The blackberries were ridiculously expensive but man were they good.  My grandmother had a raspberry bush in her garden when I went up there in the summers so I was spoiled on them but my new addiction is these delicious berries.  It’s one of those things I have to sneak in the cart at Costco when Jason isn’t looking.  And then go stand in line for a hot dog when it’s time to pay.

All of that farm fresh produce and what do I end up with in my lap?  Apple cider donuts, duh.

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Janice September 7, 2012 at 2:19 pm

I haven’t seen the Sara cry-laugh in so long!

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