Tall Tales from Kansas
My name is Carol. I live in Kansas. I write about stuff that happens to me as I walk through the world. Most of it is true.
Category: Farmers Market
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Today I am starting with this super-cute, head to toe, outfit from the farmers market on Saturday. 100% perfection – the checks, the orange, the toes/sandals, and the chambray shirt thrown on over it all, keeping it real. Love. Love. Love. Next up is the super-sized zucchini, perfect for stuffing with some sort of savory,…
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Seriously cute family Saturday morning at the farmers market. I was immediately drawn to the little girl with all her jewelry, holding a butterfly on a wire, and her own purse that I am sure had some “mad money” in it. A girl should NEVER be without mad money squirreled away somewhere. That is what…
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Let’s start with the cake this week, shall we? This is a strawberry lemonade cake. A perfect summer bite of dessert, but also wonderfully versatile for afternoon tea, as a breakfast with iced coffee, or a thin slice to get you through anytime of the day when you can’t stand to walk by it without…
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The priceless expression on her face as she puzzles out what the numbers mean, and then how much to charge a customer for the tomatoes on the scale. Yikes! this could be my most prized image of all the pictures I have captured through the years at the market. I love her. She is keeping…
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I hit the market at my usual 7:30am time yesterday – rain was expected, the sky was dark, I did not want to carry an umbrella. I zigged and zagged through the aisles, making time to tell Mary Pat about the Douglas Family Preserve in Santa Barbara (she is going in August), and picking up…
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I loved the looks of the baskets at this “new to me” vendor at the farmers market yesterday. That is a craft which has always intrigued me, that I have never jumped into. It does not stop me from greatly admiring the handiwork. Lemon Blueberry cake this week from the Chonky Eats baker. A perfect…
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You all know I am a full-on color lover, but seriously, is this bouquet of white flowers with pops of yellow and the green foliage not the most splendid ever? If I was getting married tomorrow, these are the flowers I would carry down the aisle. Which makes me attempt to recall what I did…
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To make up for the one photo I took at last week’s rainy market, today I present more photos than are necessary but I could not weed any of them out. I tried. Let’s start with the rainbow cake for Pride Month shall we? I have talked about this before, every single layer a taste…
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It was raining cats and dogs Saturday morning at 7:30 am. Before getting out of the car I donned the rain hat, the rain coat, put a plastic bag in my basket, left the Nikon in the car and grabbed the umbrella out of the back seat. Mercy! It was an adventure. I took exactly…
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On my return to the farmers market this Saturday, after being away for several weeks, I was greeted by a splendiferous grouping of buckets of peonies. Peonies waiting just for me, or so it felt when I saw them. I carefully observed the offerings, selected a bunch, walked them back to my car, and continued…
