Ithaca Farmers' Market

For the Fourth of July this summer, we traveled to G's homeland, upstate New York. On the way home, we spent a few days in the Finger Lakes, one of our favorite stops. We stayed in Ithaca and were lucky enough to be there on a farmers' market day. The market wasn't as big as I expected, but what was there was phenomenal. Artisan breads, bouquets of flowers, strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, gooseberries (I tasted my first one ever), cherries. I passed a booth and noticed some cherry tomatoes out of the corner of my eye. On a second look, I realized they were sour cherries, the brightest red cherries I'd ever seen. I walked the market twice, in awe, but lamented the fact that I couldn't buy bags of beautiful fruits and vegetables and spend the day in the kitchen. G & I had breakfast at the market though. There were booths set up selling burritos, soups, pizza (on a portable brick oven).  We opted for the pizza, of course; a breakfast pizza that we shared as we sat in the park amidst the marketgoers.