Farmer's Markets and other reasons to wear sweaters...

We found giant pretzel bread

The yummy ice cream place

It is almost fall. My favorite clothes season and most likely my favorite food season. In celebration I wore a sweater to the Farmer’s Market. It was glorious. I went to talk to the Paw Paw man but while I was there I bought a lot of food. I came back with a full on bounty. The pilgrims would have been jealous. Which actually isn't very impressive. Also, this is sorta what I imagined the cornucopia in the Hunger Games to look like until I realized it was full of weapons and not a happy place. So, for my international food blog I’m starting local with Kentucky Stuffed Squash. I recognize the irony. (Also, I wanted to call it a bacon and breadcrumbs filled baseball bat of deliciousness but I though that might be confusing. So I’m calling it both, but in my heart it’s the latter.) I went with my mom, which was great because she literally becomes everyone’s best friends the moment they meet. So we ran into a bunch of people she knew and I smiled and nodded in that polite way that I perfected in Germany. And she bought me ice cream. It was coffee stout from this place called Crank and Boom and it was AMAZING. Oddly enough the beer flavor worked with the coffee. Next time we go I'm planning on getting Raspberry Buttermilk or something. Apparently it’s even better.  

Basically we had a great time and going to the Farmer’s Market reminds me that Lexington is actually pretty cool. But I will regret saying that when people ask me why I don’t want to go to UK, so forget I told you. 

So. Lesson: Go out on the weekend. It is fun. And it will remind you what the sun looks like which is easy to forget in the cinder block cave that I live in during the week (school, I mean school).