It’s the Summer of Love!
It’s been a bit of an adjustment to life in Park City since we moved up the hill in February. Despite its proximity to our old stomping grounds in Salt Lake City, it really is a different world up here. And we’re finally feeling the love.
Our house is close to being complete, and finally feels like home instead of an extended vacation. We’re having fun exploring new restaurants, biking trails, the local secret spots, and favorite doggie swimming holes. It’s been scorching hot in SLC, hovering over 100 degrees this week, while we’ve enjoyed mid-80s with breezes and afternoon thunderstorms. We’re recognizing people in the store and making new friends in the neighborhood. It’s starting to feel like we belong- and that’s a good feeling.
Last month, we hit up the Park Silly Sunday Market on Main Street. It was a day full of good food and drink, booths filled with locally made arts and crafts, and incredible people-watching. But our goal was to stock up with local produce. The teeny farmers market area was disappointing, and we returned home empty-handed.
We found the good one.
The Canyons Resort hosts the Park City Farmers Market every Wednesday. It’s a much larger, food-focused market. Armed with a canvas bag to hold our booty, we dove right in.
Compared to the few we’d seen on Main Street, the sheer number of booths offering produce was impressive. In addition to local farmers, there were artists selling their wares. There were a few of the usual suspects.
And a few unexpected sights.
It’s never a good idea to go grocery shopping when you’re hungry. With empty bellies, we decided to have lunch first. We settled on wood-fired pizza and fresh-squeezed mint limeade. The pizza was good- but the limeade was scrumptious!
We made the rounds, checking out the scene and forming a plan of attack. The market really was a feast for the eyes- vendors selling colorful produce, pasta, flowers, vegetable plants. We took our time, strolling through the maze of people. I successfully avoided the handmade soaps (a huge weakness of mine).
We stopped at multiple booths, the canvas bag getting fat as we filled it with fresh-baked breads, local cheeses, handmade pastas, herbs and lettuces, and a container of berries from a classic farming couple in their 70s.
The bag full, we headed toward the exit, but John’s sweet tooth got the better of him. He bypassed the sign I thought would lure him in…
Instead, he wisely visited this guy and gleefully devoured a fresh mixed berry frozen yogurt cone.
Yes, he shared. It was delish.
On our way out, I spotted another fur-focused booth and giggled. (Remember?)
When we returned home, I emptied the canvas bag onto the counter and examined our haul, various menu ideas floating through my head. YUM!
Then I munched on the cinnamon almonds I secretly purchased while Johnny was buying fresh fish. I thought about how happy we’ve become in our new home.
If we keep loving on Park City, it’s going to keep loving us right back.
Stay tuned to see what we did with the goods from the farmers market!