We started off ours with a trip to the Farmers' Market.
We wandered through the aisles of vendors sampling cheeses, and jams, and all sorts of veg and fruit, picking out the sweetest peas (for daddy), loading up on some goat milk yogurt, munching on some freshly baked pastries and sipping ice-cold apple cider, and just generally enjoying this early morning Saturday bliss.
I came to realize long time ago that every season brings its peculiar flavor as it steps into our lives: early fall smells of burned leaves, middle of winter smells of Christmas trees and clementines, and on Saturday, I discovered that early summer is flavored with a hint of young garlic.
No, not the kind of garlic fragrance that finds its way up your nasal passages the morning after someone in your immediate environment overdosed on garlic bread or garlic mashed potatoes. The young garlic is pleasantly earthy and edgy, in a way even refreshing after the stale smell of prolonged winter.
Of course, heaps over heaps of it were piled up on the farmers' stands at the market, and we just couldn't help but buy some. It is still resting on my kitchen counter for now, but I can tell it is itching to make its way into a delicious dish of some sort or another this coming week.
After the market was over and done with, we (zipping through the city and getting all green lights, of course) headed for El Rancho Las Golondrinas, a living history museum, just South of Santa Fe to enjoy their new event Dances With Wools (no that's not a typo) - a new and exciting event that included fiber arts exhibitions, demonstrations and vendors.
Joseph did his best to blend in with the period attire traditionally worn by volunteers and employees of the museum, and dressed up in his brand new peasant outfit lovingly made by HotLavaClothing just for him.
It sure made for some very wonderful pictures.
