little brown bags

As I was driving around doing errands this afternoon, I stumbled across something I love, but didn't know existed nearby: A Farmer's Market. I don't know how to express my love for farmers' markets. All I can say is that I used to make sure I was home by 4:30 every Friday so that I could go to the one in Huntington Beach. If it closed before I was able to make it, I would be depressed at the thought at having to buy produce from a regular grocery store. There's just nothing like walking around, observing the fresh fruits and vegetables, rare honeys, homemade breads, one of a kind dried fruits and nuts, authentic pitas and hummus, and Kent's favorites: kettle corn and roasted corn on the cob.

I was delighted to find a market so close to home, but what delighted me even more were these bags.

I didn't go to Bloomingdale's today, but I did get my little brown bag.

As I was paying for my things, I noticed a large stash of 'little' and 'medium' brown bags behind the table and that my strawberries and Brussels sprouts were about to get very fancy holders for the trip home.

I'm not sure where they got the bags, and I don't really care, but my oh my, it made me laugh so hard.

I did appreciate the sturdy handles and thick paper as wandered around the rest of market. That 'farmer' might actually be onto something....

You just never know what you'll find in a 'little brown bag'. It could be anything from an expensive scarf to a bag of garlic pistachios in a zip lock bag.

I, for one, found it delightfully deceitful, in the most innocent way.