Today we ambled to the Sunday Farmer’s Market on Woodstock.
I have no idea what we bought because I spent the entirety chasing little children.
After scarfing a few samples of local honey and preserves, I was pleased to discover jalapeno jam.
Lacking cash, I did not make a purchase, but now I know where to look if I ever have a hankering for jalapeno jam.
We sallied forth to the Woodstock Park where the dog fetched balls and the kids tortured a guy in a bike helmet by repeatedly screaming, “I SEE YOU!” directly into his face.