Eastern Market Happenings10:30 AM
I have done posts on Eastern Market before, but it has been a minute and I am crazy-addicted to farmer's markets so here we are.
Ever since Kyle and his mom Debbie brought me here when I was in high school, I have been a fan of open markets. At the time we had came down just for Flower Days, which is either on or before Mother's Day weekend, and is what it sounds like: a butt-load of plant vendors. Now that Kyle and I have been growing our own veggies, we come down here every spring for our veggie and herb plants. It is always crazy, packed, and my claustrophobia sets in, but it is usually worth it.
On Saturday Kyle, Becky, and myself met up with Pete for some market browsing. I always look at the giant vintage store, even though Kyle cringes when I contemplate buying much needed items like giant cat paintings. Pete had hit up the food trucks right away and we were all drooling over his mac & cheese.If you leave the market without sampling and/or eating something, then you're doing it wrong.
You are also supposed to people watch, because it is fun. Also, if you like dogs you are in luck because even though "Animals not allowed in shed" is blatantly posted everywhere, so are dogs. Big ones and little ones alike, some are carried or stuffed in baskets, but most are out walking around with people. PUPPIES.
After our adventures in the market, We decided to head out to visit our friend Aaron his place of employment in Grosse Point-such a fancy area! We terrorized the coffee shop he works at, waited for him to get off work so that we could feed our faces, and then finally made our way back home where I promptly passed out. Still, awesome Saturday was awesome!