We’ve been in Syracuse for going on three years, but today was the first
time we visited the Regional Farmer’s Market (just ten minutes from where we
live). We managed some self-restraint in that we only picked up a few
fresh vegetables, a pint of fresh raspberries, and fresh-baked cookies.
Incredible range of produce, meats, and hand-made goods filling four or more
long pavillions; it’s one of those finds when you think, shoot, three years
we’ve been missing this? I wish
we’d stopped in much sooner.
