Community produce and weekend priorities

The farmers market was packed this morning - apparently everyone had the same idea about taking advantage of this perfect spring weather.

Community produce and weekend priorities

Jake and I made our usual rounds: the herb lady who remembers my name, the tomato guy who always gives us an extra one, the sourdough booth where Jake lingers like he’s contemplating a major life decision.

The organized chaos of weekend grocery hauls

Back home, I’m spreading everything out on the counter like some kind of produce inventory. Three different types of lettuce because I couldn’t decide, herbs that smell like actual sunshine, and enough tomatoes to make salsa for the next month. Jake’s already claimed the sourdough and disappeared with it - I can hear him in the living room, probably eating it straight from the bag.

There’s something about farmers market hauls that makes me feel like I have my life together, even when the rest of the weekend involves laundry mountains and that stack of work emails I’m pretending doesn’t exist. Fresh basil fixes everything, right?