Salad Days
I’m a big fan of the farmer’s market. It’s close to our house, it’s full of bright colors, delicious smells and it’s an incredibly satisfying feeling to bike home with canvas bags filled with the farmer’s riches from berrries to leafy greens. Plus there’s always a celebrity sighting or two, we get to visit with the dogs up for adoption each Sunday, hoping to see fewer dogs each weekend and we lug home one of the best tasting rotisserie chickens from the chef who roasts them at the market. He and his assistant sweat from the heat of the the big -ol cooker and the heat of the outdoors…
