Saturday is Farmer's Market Day

"This is the best honey you will ever taste," the beekeeper promised, jabbing a stick with a dollop of sticky stuff on its tip at a startled customer. It was indeed a fine, sweet-tasting honey, all natural, organic, etc.
But it was "Carol's Delectables Zinfandel Jelly" that stole our hearts at the Farmer's Market today, after we waded through the stands of herbs and vegetables, flowers, turkey eggs, home-grown cure-alls, elixirs, sauces, teas, pork and beef and whatever else local farmers and ranchers could haul to the Old Town parking lot early this morning. Dandelions were $2 a bunch.

This Italian bread crust looked like an old piece of wood

We bought a jar of Carol's Zinfandel jelly, sealed in pectin, from Carol's mother-in-law. Carol wasn't at the market for pictures. She was making up the Delectable Merlot Jelly, her husband explained.

The Italian baker had a delightful selection of crusty breads and decorated cookies. At first he called them Christmas cookies, then corrected himself, stating that they were New Year's cookies. Baked fresh though. We sampled the cookies and the bread. We had sampled some almond cookies earlier, tasting like a Norwegian wedding cake.
We were sort of amazed at the display of micro-greens, vegetables and greens grown for just a couple of weeks and then harvested.
There was Alaskan salmon. Not sure how that got here, didn't inquire.

There's a bratwurst in there,
someplace.

We were actually trying to get to a conventional breakfast at an ordinary restaurant today, but we couldn't make it past the smokey open-air grill where the chef was offering, among other sausagy things, a "Pig McMuffin." We split a home-made brat, smothered in onions and peppers.
Then Stan sampled some pickled celery, some kimchi and a pickled pineapple on a toothpick. Kathleen watched, trying not to make a funny face.
We decided to skip breakfast.