I love the Union Square farmer's market. Seriously, it's one of my favorite places to be. If I'm happy, I stroll through and the beauty of what I'm seeing - and will eventually be tasting - makes me walk on air. If I'm sad, the beauty of what I see lifts my spirits and inspires me to think of all the culinary creation to me made.
On a recent trip, my son and I found ourselves doused in a torrential rainstorm but we soldiered on, spying plants for our new apartment and exotic items to be purchased for friends generous enough to invite us into their vacation homes this summer. As one might guess, a newly minted 10-year-old can get a little antsy doing the farmer's market stroll.
