SOL Food Festival & Farmer's Market

SOL Food Festival & Farmer's Market

 

Tonight is one of those great fall nights where it's frightfully windy & cold,  and it feels really satisfying to just be inside. Listening to the world roar around you. For some weird reason it gives me this sense of inexplicable excitement, like  Christmas Eve. Like anything could happen out there. Tomorrow I'll head out to find that the only thing to occur was plenty of leaves decided to pile themselves not-so-neatly on my porch. And a tree branch might have sacrificed itself to the wind gods. Nothing more.
But I do love this familiar feeling, a reminder of childhood wonder lost.
 This weekend was the SOL Food Festival.  It wasn't what I was expecting, nor would I say it was the best festival I've ever been to. But everyone's heart was in the right place (woohoo support Mother Earth!) and there were sweet little scenes to be found everywhere if you had your eyes open.
Baby ostriches! The fluffiest little creatures I've ever seen.  And the little kids completely enthralled by them.
Farmer's market, filled with gourds & pumpkins, little orange clocks telling us that Halloween, Thanksgiving and finally Christmas are almost here.
So a lovely weekend it was. And culminating in such a great Monday night, sitting inside, eating & drinking wine with my sweetie. . .

Sac A Baguette

Sac A Baguette

So yesterday I touched upon my mother-induced neuroses.  She has made me painfully aware of how I try to eat organic, how I attempt to shop green, how I can often be found strolling through farmer's markets & little cheese shops (or scarfing down Del Taco & scratching my lady version of a plumber's crack; I handle disparity well lol) She calls me a "yuppie" and though I may find it a cringe-worthy misnomer, she says it with pride.

Why is my mother so proud to have produced a guppie (a green minded yuppie to me, according to urban dictionary it's a gay yuppie, which I'm not! lol)? Well because in her childhood, heck in my childhood, we would considered it lucky to be a yuppie. Growing up eating hamburger helper 5 nights a week we coveted the pretensions associated with a "yuppie-lifestyle". Seriously this was the type of ground beef that has like 90% fat/gristle, pumped full of steroids, and quite possibly mixed with horse meat. I may be permanently emotionally & physically scarred by that stuff.

She is proud that she considers me to have made it to a certain extent in life, affording luxuries she never could. At least I assume that's her thought process. With my mom, you never know.
Why you ask am I over-sharing telling you all this? Because I am trying to talk myself out of buying a really unnecessary-but-awesome product. I had to reveal my deep dark secrets to remind myself not to over indulge.I have to prove to my mom I am no freakin guppie! :)
But ladies, I encourage you to do so because you, I'm sure, don't have years of baggage associated with spending money < Insert sarcasm here.
I reveal the Sac a Baguette the bag made for us guppies to stylishly & comfortably tote around our farmer's market purchases.
Seriously I would buy this thing in a second if it weren't for the price tag.
I'll let you experience the sticker shock for yourselves :)

Check out Sac A Baguette, and if you can spare the change, please buy it! :) For my sake, so I can live vicariously through you.
& thanks Oh Joy Eats for the introduction