Pita from St. JOHNS farmers market Sunday mornings

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It's not quite summer and the roasting sun has seared the top of our heads and shoulders. My Aunt Cece and Becky and I mingled in front of the shaded vendors and laughed over our water bottles trying to keep cool.  Ran into the very glamorous dark red head I've ever met and her waist length in height son.

She had just been treated for poison ivy poor mama. She is the exact age of the modern day disney princess in person. Elegant, classic in style, and with a wholesome fashion sense thats easy on the eyes. Quickly we parted ways with a couple last greetings of shared persons from school.  Waiting for my aunts who were ahead of me buying those hang up plants, I glanced over to the baba ganoush varieties for $5.00 each.

picking up the pita bread after standing under the cheese vendors was much more of a relief than smelling the pungent and sharp smells, ordors, aromas or warm appearance I'm the hotness of the morning, where we laughed and had so much functastings samples of exotic and tropical cheeses from around the world.

Bringing the pita bread home, the first day without toasting it, was dry and tasteless . The second day after toasting it and baking the rest of it in the oven drizzled with olive oil too brought out the pita breads best. My son, my mom, and I ate at the table and with the company of two shiny and silky feathered friends at the window sill next to little guy who felt as if the birds were meant to be there anyway and wasn't surprised as I was that the two birds were not seagulls or pigeons pecking away for food and still sat next to us on the window sill within inches from the tots high chair

To pita bread from the farmers market thank you for tasting so good, as my tot would say. And goodbye blog entry.