Also known as the Ten Vendor Market with No Local Produce and Some Overpriced Food and Junk.
I shouldn’t have had such high hopes for the farmer’s market – I live in the desert, for cripes’ sake. But that little piece of me who grew up on the North Carolina State Farmer’s Market held out hope.
Alas, only two out of the ten vendors were selling produce. One guy was clearly selling stuff he got off the wholesale grocery truck. There was a farm from California there, selling their own stuff. But, California? They had some really amazing and unusual melons – along with strawberries, and the usual suspects. We couldn’t possibly pass up the chance at just-picked berries. And, after getting a thorough melon rundown, we picked out a Santa Claus melon. Neither of us have any idea why it’s called that – but it is deeeeelicious.
And, as if to make up for the lack of amazing veg, the whole park was nearly filled with peacocks. From the action we saw, I’d say it’s mating season. I got some pictures – circumstances prevented perfect technique, but I think you’ll get the idea.
The birds were amazing. We also found this beauty, who wasn’t terribly happy about the camera (but at least I wasn’t chasing her, like the kids were).
But the produce is supposed to be the star, right?