To Market, To Market

Any time someone suggests going to a farmers market I’m all in. This day, however, I was a little hesitant as it was a cold, blustery day and the market was a ways away in a little town that didn’t suggest much promise. Oh well, it was an adventure.

Arriving at the market, it didn’t take long to notice we weren’t the only ones braving the chill which suggested there was more there than I’d expected.

Seeing how many people were at the market made me a little nervous as this was my first outing into a crowd in nearly a year. Thankfully, most respected social distancing and mask wearing.

Every market has its own character. Here, daffodils hinted that winter is fading into spring.

At the same time, it was the last day for some seasonal favorites that were finding their way into many a shopping bag.

While business was brisk at most every stall, the line was longest here. Since she-crab soup is a low country favorite, I couldn’t resist buying a pint. The lady in front of me said I wouldn’t be sorry as Hank made the best soup anywhere.

I can now tell you Hank’s soup was better than good, and that’s reason enough to go back to the market. Next trip I’ll add one of his crab cakes that were chock full of crab and large enough for two. I’m thinking I could become a real fan of low country cooking!