Killing many birds with one stone tonight. Cruised over to Sorauren Park to check out a new loft, drop off some flyers, and re-scout a pathway for one of Ravi’s shoots. Lucky for us an extra bird crossed paths with our stone – the Sorauren Park Farmers’ Market! That’s like four dead birds. Awesome.
The loft was so-so. Flyering was well…flyering. The real star of the night was the surprise Farmers’ Market – an eclectic mix of young hippie parents, kids with homemade popsicles dripping down their elbows, and even a free astrology reading.
We expected to stay just a few minutes but were sucked into a vortex of delicious, free samples of grilled tofu, raw breads, and local cheeses. It was at that point I realized that making dinner is for suckers and we should just eat here.
I started my culinary journey with a slice of raw, vegan pizza. Let me repeat that RAW VEGAN PIZZA. It looked like pizza and smelled like pizza, but my instincts told me it was gunna suck – as most fake pizzas do. Man was I wrong. This thing was delicious. But at $7 a slice I’d have to fill up somewhere else.
I sampled some smoked tofu and ended up walking away with packages of vegan jerky and fake bacon. I know, sounds gross but this stuff was a treat for my taste buds.
I was starting to feel full so I thought it was time for dessert. Sampled some raw chocolate and resisted the temptation for a chocolate drink.
Looks like an avocado, right? It’s a cacao fruit!
Before leaving I had to pick up a pint of raspberries.
Melt in your mouth amazing!
Didn’t even last the walk back to the car.
Oh my god! I almost forgot about the honey! Two words – cinnamon honey. No, wait. Three words and a symbol: cinnamon honey = amazing! (sorry, two symbols).
This market was too much of a hike to do weekly but I will definately be back before the end of the summer – if only to stock up on some cinnamon honey!