We stopped by the Farmers Market late in the afternoon.
I had every intention of giving you a photo tour of the market but after a stop at Fromage á Trois, I was too
I blame it on the fresh almond fig mozzarella. They were out of plain goat cheese.
So I tried the mozzarella and swooned. I ate half of a tiny spoonful and then thinking D was standing behind me I offered my spoon with a backward arm wave.
"Oh, babe you have to try this cheese. It's absolutely..."
I looked back at the tall dark haired man who looked not unlike my mister.
The stranger stared at me. He didn't laugh or crack a smile.
"I'm sorry. I thought you were my husband," I said, "I don't usually go around offering half eaten spoonfuls of cheese to total strangers."
"I almost tasted it, you were so convincing," he said.
"It really is amazing."
As I paid for the cheese, a woman walked up and linked arms with the stranger.
I finally found D looking at olive oil. I told him the story and D said I thought something happened when I heard you laughing. We sampled olive oils from Olio Di Melli and bought a rich buttery Clemente Montagna Sacra organic oil.
With only two vacation days left and a refrigerator stocked with produce, we left the market with cheese, olive oil, and a loaf of sun dried tomato bread.
Oh, and this story.
What did you pick up from the Farmers Market this week?
To celebrate this fleeting tomato season along with the Mass Farmers Market week, I'm joining 70 plus state wide bloggers for the Loving Local Blogathon week. Hosted by In Our Grandmother's Kitchens, Loving Local promotes locally grown food and also raises funds for the work of Mass Farmers Markets, the non-profit charitable organization that helps farmers markets throughout the Commonwealth. Donations can be made here.