You may remember my post about the Green Bay Farmer's Market not exactly being the most exciting experience of all time, but today it was showing definite improvement. It's only five minutes away and when I got there at seven it was already coming alive in a big way. About twenty more vendors than last week (about 95 total) were selling plants, jewelry, grass-fed beef and strawberries galore. Not too shabby. It's a respectable market even if it isn't festive, but maybe the musicians will come later (I think we were treated to African drumming last year).
I found the best thing since sliced bread! Shelled peas! I've never seen shelled peas at a market before and happily forked over $2.00 per pound. The strawberries are amazing this time of the month and will soon be gone, so get them while you can no matter where your local market is. I sooooo wanted to make muffins this morning, but alas...I'm not doing sugar or flour for awhile.
The Broadway Farmer's Market is where it's at on Wednesday nights. Music, food, art, vegetable vendors (less than the Saturday market, but still a respectable number). Plus, the shops stay open late, and I enjoy wandering. I took a ton of pictures a few weeks ago, but they didn't turn out...sorry folks!
I'm a longtime Beck fan and paid a little tribute in the title of this post. He truly broke out to he rest of the world with his Odelay album and finally got some real admiration from critics. I love how he plays with the arrangements and how he uses musicians of all backgrounds, plus there is something smart and humble about him. And though I like it when he performs spiffied up in his velvet and polyester suits, I think this is an excellent performance...
Of course, I suppose he'd cringe at the sight of me in my car, massacring his lyrics at the top of my lungs..."I've got two pounds of berries and I'm headed home...WHERE IT'S AT!! WHERE IT'S AT!!