And peppers and apples! Friday night farmers market was a bit of a bust – it’s never been a large affair, but this year, maybe half as many vendors and only one produce vendor and they were very melon-focused. But, the local bakery was there, so I have a big ol’ loaf of cheddar garlic bread.

So, I hauled my ass out of bed this morning and hit up the big farmers market and oh boy, tomatoes! I can’t be the only one that does this, but when I get there, I always do a circuit to see who is selling what and then try to spread out my purchases between as many different vendors as possible. So, tomatoes from two stands, apples from another, and then sweet peppers from yet another.

Of course, sweet pepper guy probably thinks I am the whitest white lady out there, cause when I was doing the surveying, I asked if they were sweet or hot and he said sweet – but the containers were at the other end of his stall so, I could only hope we were talking about the same thing. So when I checked out, I asked yet again. “It’s not that I don’t like hot peppers, it’s just that I don’t want to be surprised!”

Between the bread, the tomatoes and the mozzarella cheese in the fridge, I could make some bitchin’ good bruschetta. But, I will probably do what I usually do, which is just grab a tomato every time I walk through the kitchen, and just keep slicing off big hunks of bread and eating them as is. Also some tomato-cheese “salads” in my immediate future.