After taking a few weeks off from posting as part of a self-granted summer vacation, I figured that the best way to get back into it was with a post recounting one of my very favorite seasonal traditions: a trip to the farmers market. But not just any farmers market. The Davis Farmers Market.
Every summer of my childhood, we roadtripped to our grandparents’ house in northern California where we spent the week swimming, playing cards, snacking on my grandpa’s delicious food and inevitably making a Wednesday night trip to the farmers market in town. I have many fond memories of eating kettle corn in the hot summer evenings while a mediocre local band played in the background, so whenever I find myself back in Davis on a sunny summer Wednesday I make sure to stop by.
On this particular occasion, I was lucky enough to be joined by my grandma, dad, aunt and uncle, cousins, my sister and her husband and my supremely adorable niece, Olivia. It may seem like we are gazing lovingly at each other in the photo above, but really she was just using her adorable baby pout to entreat me to share more of my Arnold Palmer. Obviously, she got her way.