It is becoming increasingly clear that our days in DC our numbered. What exactly that number may be has yet to be determined, but I know it won't be too long before I utter my first sentence beginning with, "When I lived in Washington, DC..." With that in mind, I am trying to pay careful attention to what I love about my fair city, to make sure I take it all in with delight before it is time to move on.
Certainly, on a list of my favorite DC places, the beloved Eastern Market would be near the top. It is one of my mom's favorite places as well. And why not? It has everything you need for a lovely Saturday morning in April. The local(ish) produce has started rolling in, beginning with strawberries (see above) and my favorite green, arugula. I finally ate the last of my own, so I was happy to be able to replenish my supply.
Kurt wanders around snapping pictures, while Elijah and I take advantage of the multitude of free samples. In addition to produce galore, there are craft vendors peddling their unique wares. We were all particularly partial to the flying pig.
And that's just the outdoor part. Inside, stalls are jammed with mouthwatering goodness, from homemade ravioli to every part of the pig imaginable (sorry, flying friend) to some very tasty looking chickens. Even though the only things we ever actually buy are hot dogs, it's fun to look.
As for Elijah, he is content to be strolled around, munching on apple slices and pointing to all of the "me-ohs". (That's tomatoes, for those of you not fluent in Elijah-ese.) And when he tires of that, there's always plenty of coffee-stirrer-drumming to be had.