A year ago, if you asked to meet me anywhere on Saturday morning before 11:00 am, I would have laughed at you, because I knew I would be deeply sleeping in on the weekend mornings. But this year I have been forced to get up early in the mornings, for weddings, and trying oh so hard to go to the gym (I refuse to go to the gym after work, which explains my poor attendance.). It has been hard to adjust, but when we DO get up early and start moving, it feels so good to have accomplished something before noon.
This past Saturday, I met Nikole at St. Lawrence Market, with the intention of getting there by 7:30 am! But we both ran late, and we actually met at ten to 8. Still, the earliest I have ever been anywhere on a Saturday morning! For the first time, I saw all the tables full of fresh produce, it felt so good to be able to pick from a larger selection! And, by the time we were done, it was only 10 am, still early enough to beat the regular brunch crowd. We weren't sure where to go for brunch in that neighbourhood though. Do you have any suggestions?
I wonder how the market looks at 5 am when it opens.
On Sunday, I made cinnamon pear pancakes with the eggs I bought from the market, and Nikole made peach cream cakes. You have to take a look at her lovely recipe! It’s perfect!