One of the local farmers markets features a student harpist, who plays quite nicely while everyone shops. The music is lovely.
We love the idea of a local farmers market, but this one traditionally offers very little in the way of produce. There are soaps, local goat cheeses (yum!), some meats, pies and baked goods, packaged pasta, flowers, some prepared goods, and so on, but limited choices in vegetables from local farms.
Oddly, though it’s in a town with a hard-scrabble side, the prices (and goods) tend to be on the “artisan” side, which must limit the local appeal. So, probably, does competition from a larger, more diverse, and less-expensive farmer’s market in a more upscale town only a few miles away. We’re wondering how long this one can survive with this focus, particularly now that it’s moved from a weekday night to being in direct competition with the other one on Saturday mornings.
Hidden under the turnips in Basil’s basket are cupcakes we shouldn’t be eating, but which are both the best I’ve ever eaten, and unexpectedly reasonably priced. They’re from Dia Dolce. I don’t really understand the cupcake craze — or why people like cakes in general — but these are deliciously different; they’re flavorful, not merely pretty.
Dr. Diarist waited with Basil and his mountain bike while I handled the commercial side of things. The cupcakes were a last minute addition; we were on our way out when the impulse control system failed completely. Basil and I went home with the goodies, and Dr. Diarist headed for the trail. We saved a cupcake for him, even though he unwisely left them in our custody.