Instead of sleeping in until 11 a.m. on Sundays, which is tempting, I rush to get dressed and walk to my local farmers market before they run out of cinnamon raisin brioche.
Farmer's markets were a staple of my childhood, but this past year they have once again become a part of my Sunday routine. Sometimes I bring friends or family with me, but I especially love going on my own. As I walk between...