The Farmers' Market is massive, nearly covering Pioneer Park with farm stands selling all manner of produce, baked goods, cheese, pork, lamb, nuts and flowers, craft stands selling all manner of handmade jewelry, clothing, pottery, artwork and metalwork, random musicians (a didgeridoo, a bicycle-towed upright piano, a Swedish fiddle, folkies and bluegrassy types) and a lane of food tents. We stopped by the Middle Eastern vendor, Amal Wa Salam, which is owned and run by a fellow who works in H's office, and bought a couple of falafels. They were fantastic: three falafels - molded and fried while we waited by Sami's cute little mom - served on a tender pita with shredded lettuce, cabbage and carrots, ripe tomato slices, dabbed with a very spicy red chile paste and drizzled with a light yogurt sauce. The falafels were hot, light and crispy - so good. We stood under a tree and gobbled them down, watching the swirl of people and dogs move past us.
Busy place, the Farmers' Market
After our snack I bought tomatoes, peaches, plums and green beans from a couple of different farm stands. I've missed going to a farmers' market on a regular basis. In Maine, there was one every Wednesday not far from my work, so we'd walk up at lunchtime to make our purchases. Here in SLC, this huge market is on Saturdays and is all the way up in town; we're usually off hiking or biking and it really isn't convenient for us. There is a Tuesday late afternoon option, however, that I keep forgetting about - just farm vendors, not the crafts - but that I should remember to hit after work.
Buying a bucket o' green beans
Laden with super-fresh fruits and veggies, we strolled back to the car, stopping in at Squatters to hydrate after having been out in the midday sun. H had the Full Suspension pale ale, of course, but I branched out and had the seasonal bitter - a really nice beer, a little lighter than the Full Suspension.
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