Morris Farmer's Market

 

 

 

Right off Route 12 there's a huge market we love to peruse each year on our way down to the beach.  There are dozens of tractors lined up all over the marketplace and, if we're early enough, we can catch Easy Merle singing Gospel and Blues.  It's not really a true farmer's market- not everything they have there is local and picked ripe- but it is all truly yummy, even if the grapes are flown in from California and the cantaloupe is packed up from Florida.  It has tractor churned, fresh ice cream which was a huge hit with the knee-high crowd, but what we really love most: SAMPLES! Everything, literally, E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G, has a taste tester. We always drink our way through a myriad of ciders, munch on salsas, and nibble all the fruits.  Then we really get down to business and head over to the sweet and spicy pickles and Texas bloody mary mix.  I won't confess outright, but they may have to re-load those once Krista and I have been through there.



{"gee Linc, that sure looks good. wontcha let me have some?"}