I was shocked to find out it was in a building….I guess I had visions of tables & pop up shelters dancing around in my head.
It got a little cuter around the side, where the actual market entrance was.
I couldn’t wait to get my hands on some fresh, local produce.
But instead, this is the scene I found. Table after lonely table. Where are all the farmers?! There were maybe 2 or 3 tables with people at them- 2 had lettuce & strawberries, and one had little doo-dad thingamabobs. I was crushed.
I was expecting to come home with armfuls of fresh veggies, but since that didn’t happen, I stopped at the grocery store for some salad fixings.
Spring mix lettuce, spinach, carrots, red and orange bell peppers, chickpeas, and dried cranberries with raspberry vinaigrette.
With a side of pasta dressed in hummus. Er hummus? The plan was red pepper pesto but it was moldy….so hummus it was. I mean, it’s in the same shaped container.
It actually tasted pretty good.
Bad news: I can’t get my bike back until Friday if I’m lucky, but maybe Monday.
Good news: I am not the complete bike moron I thought I was.
When Mongoose originally built my bike, they spec-ed it wrong. The bottom bracket is too long for the bike, and there is no way to get the chain properly aligned. So that’s why it fell off when I switched gears. Who knows how I rode it so long before all the trouble started.
(Yes, I ride a Mongoose for triathlons. Don’t judge. Ok judge, I can take it.)
Luckily, Mongoose is sending in a replacement piece, but it won’t get to the bike shop until Friday or Monday. Now, if only this issue had been figured out when I took my bike in for maintenance before last year’s triathlon!