As I mentioned last week, Saturday found us strolling around the SLC Farmer’s Market. (Though a better name is probably the SLC Artist/Craft Market. I was honestly surprised how outnumbered the actual farmers were.) We circled the park slowely, stopping to buy a bag of gluten-free Brazilian cheese bread, some green onions, a bag of fresh cherries, and a wonderful little African plant. This will most definitly become a weekly ritual, and I’m excited for the early-fall produce to start making an appearance in a few months.