One of my favorite things about our new home is our little neighborhood. Whenever we tell people in Portsmouth where we live, they always tell us we live in the nicest, quaintest, and oldest part of town. I agree! It's filled with adorable pastel and traditional colonial colored houses, beautiful brick and cobblestone walkways, and everyone has the dreamiest gardens flowing out over their white picket fences. And did I mention I can smell the salt air and hear the fog horn from our couch? Today I went for a run and ended up doubling my distance just because the scenery was too picturesque to stop! And I crossed three bridges with the ocean on either side of me! How do people function without the ocean at their doorstep?
I feel so lucky duck to live here.
One of the neat things about our new place is the Portsmouth Farmers' Market is literally in our backyard. Literally. I just turned my head and looked out the window to make sure I could see the farmers' market parking lot. Yup. So close to us. I can't wait to walk by on my way to work on Saturday and grab some goodies for the gals. Being able to eat fresh and support local farmers and artisans is at the tippy top of my list. I grew up selling our farm produce at the local farmers' market so market life has always been important to me.
Plus, it's so much fun to bring a basket and fill it up with flowers and yummy produce.
I heard Dave is cooking for me on Saturday.
I could get used to this life.
Do you venture out to any markets in your neck of the woods? What do you like to cook afterwards using your delicious goodies?
We make market fresh pizza.