Ten years ago my family used to frequent this market on Saturday mornings, closer to 6 AM than 7, just because we wanted to be the FIRST people there. We took a trip to the past and started the tradition all over again yesterday morning. We arrived, the flowers were beautiful and so fresh, not to mention the ridiculously wide array of vegetables from farms all over the state. We mingle with the locals and taste test different dipping oils, cheese curds, and the most amazing bread pudding ever created. Who knew they would sell bread pudding at an urban farmer's market? It seems like a product that doesn't really belong with the flats of Rhododendrons and cherry red tomatoes.
The one thing they do need at the farmer's market are fresh, custom omelettes. They currently have spicy bratwursts, huge cookies, juicy corn on the cob, and cinnamon roasted almonds, but they do not have omelettes. If I'm going to haul myself out of bed in the wee hours of the morning, drive down to Lyndale Ave, park amongst the 3,000 other people trying to beat the rush, and walk my way through the crowds from booth to booth, I would love an omelette made to my liking... including, but not limited to, three egg whites, fresh basil, avocado, tomato, green pepper, and a sprinkle of cheese. Not only is this the correct form of morning consumption, but it's healthy, and guaranteed to fuel the energy needed to shop and converse with the Hmong dairy farmers selling pints of fresh milk down aisle 5.
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