As I stepped out of my car this past Sunday, a familiar aroma swirled around me and wrapped around me, comforting me. Even from across the street in the parking lot under the highway, I could smell coffee brewing, frosted cinnamon rolls, brats, corn on the cob and all the fresh produce. It was 10:30am and unlike other weekends, the crowd was somewhat manageable probably because so many others were still cozied up at home.
Not me. A cold, dreary morning was perfect farmers market weather and the Minneapolis Farmers Market is about 10 minutes from my house. I had gone grocery shopping the day before but there's something special about being at the farmers market. It isn't just about produce and local products but a morning of adventure, learning and being surrounded by ideas.
I love going to the Minneapolis Farmers Market because I end up walking around just wanting to be there with the hustle and bustle. I typically avoid crowds but there is something about the atmosphere at the farmers market that makes it different. Maybe it is the freshness-saturated air, maybe it is so many people who are so passionate about produce and local foods.
We walked up and down the isles, getting lost in the possibilities. Picking items up and observing. Pointing out things we'd never seen before. Admiring the varieties.
We got lost discussing what we could buy, trying to refrain from buying everything. The freshness taunted us - there were more smells coming from foods I'd often seen but rarely smelled at the grocery store.
Every once in awhile, there'd be a fresh flowers vendor in between all the produce with amazing flowers that would catch my eye and draw my attention away.