I am not going to lie, on farmers market days I get a little nervous about driving the van down Route 2. The Belmont Farmers Market is about 10 miles away from Concord and somehow it still takes me about 30 minutes to get there. Not because there is so much traffic, rather, I drive like a 90 year-old who should be wearing glasses and sitting in a booster seat. I am not saying I am a bad driver, just slow and overly cautious! Vans like the Farm van are normally driven by tough looking construction guys, or painters for that matter. Not usually by 5 ft tall girls wearing plaid. With that being said, I made it there with plenty of time to set up and even a few extra minutes to sit down and chat with my cousin-in-law Liza. We had a great day selling our produce and Liza was kind enough to take some beautiful pictures of our veggies!
Is your mouth watering yet? Mine is and I am around this stuff all day every day! Fresh veggies never get old!
I came home tonight and totally crashed. I did not have energy to make dinner, but no worries, Ragab to the rescue! Liza and I made out like bandits and I had a great fresh dinner thanks to my hummus hero!
This would be pita, stuffed grape leaves, hummus, and tabouli. Thank you Ragab for feeding me every Thursday. I am never disappointed!
Off to bed. The alarm goes of at 5 a.m. tomorrow. A day in the fields awaits me. By the way, people who come to the farmers markets don’t believe me when I tell them I work the fields as well. Why is that? The permanent dirt under my fingernails should give it away right?