My wife and I enjoy a Saturday morning tradition of shopping at a wonderful Farmer’s Market at Pepper Place in downtown Birmingham (Alabama). It’s quite the scene, with jazz musicians and a virtual Westminster Dog Show (some weeks there are more breeds on display than vegetables). I’m a notorious grazer, circling and sampling cheeses and sausages and, well, anything someone puts on a tray alongside the aisle (I actually once mistook a bowl of coffee beans for Raisenets and nearly chipped a tooth). This gathering at a marketplace is an ancient practice that builds a strong sense of community. We see friends and make new ones, fascinating salt-of-the-earth people across the table, purveyors of pepper jellies and pickle relishes and mustards and birdfeeders. Meandering between tents, I’m keenly aware how much I value that spicy variety of life. Such bounty, so many flavors painted in vibrant colors, pungent smells mixed with laughter and conversation, all here for the sampling, all free, every Saturday morning.
What Saturday morning traditions do you enjoy?
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