My husband and I recently decided to road trip to the Virginia oceanfront and visit my niece. From the D.C. area, this is a trip that should take a few hours… unless it’s summertime, in which case it takes a few more hours. After sitting in traffic for about two hours, we were painfully aware of the fact that we’d only gone 45 miles. So we did what we’re glad not too many other people do: hopped off Interstate 95 and hit up a country road, leaving the congested, bumper-to-bumper world behind us. I couldn’t be more glad that we did.

Let’s play a word association game. I’ll say a word and you say the first thing that comes to your mind.

The word is… diner.

I’m not new to the farmers market scene. I’ve been frequenting various markets up and down the East Coast for years. However, I am always amazed at how new it feels with each passing week.

Last Friday, many of us watched the first episode of Jamie Oliver’s new show, Food Revolution, (or at the very least, DVR’d it). In a nutshell, he’s trying to save the youth of America one lunch period at a time. Sound dramatic? It is…

Hands-down, my favorite place to spend a Sunday (or any day in between) is at a farmer’s market. I love the smells, sights and energy that one can find wandering between the stands. They aren’t flashy or pretentious- just simple tables studded with seasonal bounty and old fashioned cash registers. Everyone seems to be wearing a smile, even in the cold temperatures of the winter.