Early last Saturday morning, I planned to quietly slip out of the house for a quick trip to the indoor winter farmers' market. Although it's a fairly short walk from our house, I decided to drive because it was freezing outside. I grabbed my Martha Stewart market-designated canvas tote bag and drove down our driveway. After two or three thumpity thumps, I realized I had a flat tire. Great. Michael was sound asleep. It was really early, very cold, and I was dressed like an unkempt overly bundled up character from a wintertime South Park episode. All bundled up with nowhere to go. Bliss.
I cautiously jostled Michael awake, without scaring him to death in my arctic outfit, and we eventually swapped driveway car positions. I used his car for my 'quick' market excursion. I loved the serenity of the indoor winter farmers' market. It was calm and quiet with gentle guitar music humming through hidden speakers. It felt great to be back at the market.
Quarles Farm had canned vegetables, salsas, chow-chows, relishes, breads, and coffee cakes. Even at 9:00 a.m. , I couldn't resist a taste of their stewed beef wafting heavenly aromas from cranked up slow cookers. Samples? Sure.