We spent yesterday afternoon at Findlay Market, one of our very favorite Cincinnati places. It's one of the oldest markets in Ohio. Every weekend, the place comes alive with farmers, food merchants, local growers, crafters, all sorts. Everything about it reminds me of that really fun time in our marriage, before we had kids and we just spent our time galavanting around downtown, doing whatever we wanted.
I guess that's partly why when Nick suggested we go, I was all "Why would we take the kids there?"
Then hewasall "Because it's awesome."
and iwasall "But Sunday is our only day to just do nothing."
and hewasall "But if we stay home and do nothing you are going to end up doing lots of things." (cleaning and sewing and laundry)
then iwasall "Yeah, you are right. Let's go."
... Jessica gets dressed and tries to stop being a poopstick. As soon as we pulled into the parking lot, I got really excited and was so glad he dragged me there.
Aren't those bright awnings so much fun? All those shops lining the little walkways are different types of food merchants. You can really find almost anything here.
Lazy Elsie, pooped before the party even starts.
Moerlein Beers on draft. To me, the OTR ale literally tastes like Over the Rhine and Main Street. (Hendrix is enjoying water from his girly cup. He's secure in his manhood.)
Dojo Gelato is new since I've last been there. We shared sea salt caramel. Wow, was it good.
In the car ride home, I told Nick we should spend lots of Sundays there this summer. He gave me his "why-would-you-ever-doubt-me" look. Then at home, he proceeded to make the best grilled carnitas tacos with homemade salsa ever. I know, where did this guy come from?