I am no longer a farmer's market virgin. Every Tuesday night throughout the summer my quaint little lake community hosts a farmer's market in the park by the beach.
It was awesome.
Vendors were selling fresh vegetables, plants, fresh baked bread, handmade jewelry and clothing, home-made salsa, crafts, and a bunch of other fun things for sale. There was even an obnoxious band whose lyrics included "my wife is my grandma". (What?!) Apparently they missed the "family event" part? Ish.