I love taking my daughter to the farmers market on the weekends.
The markets nearest to us mostly have weekday hours (boo) so we frequent two of my old favorites – The Mill City Farmers Market and Minneapolis Lyndale market.
Now that I’m pregnant and toting around a toddler, decent parking, spaces to wander around, and a nice indoor bathroom is a must. I am absolutely not bringing a child into a porta potty with me.
The key to good parking at any of the popular farmers markets in the Twin Cities is to get there early. Like, get there around opening-early.
Going out to eat with a baby or toddler is. . . interesting.
Having worked at restaurants in the past, I never wanted to be *that* parent.
You know. The one who lets their child run wild around customers. Or leaves a terrible splay of food on the ground and tips like shit. When I worked at the doughnut shop in St. Louis, one parent gleefully told me they loved to come there because we’d clean up their mess.
As new parents we’re learning as we go. After spending one lunch at Red Lobster desperately picking-up grains of rice under the chair, we remembered to bring pocket bibs. And after desperately trying to entertain her at Grand Catch with a straw and my cell phone (on silent of course) we bring toys.
And after this patio experience where she slid two plates to the ground, we keep them far, far away.
Sometimes I get to dine out with just adults.
We felt gutted when Broders’ closed. The news felt like a literal punch to the stomach. They’ve since re-opened again, offering pizza and pasta kits that you can make at home.
I’ve never been sponsored to rave about Broders. I just really love them.
A post I once wrote about the eggplant pizza.
Years ago, (actually, more like a decade!) I worked at Broders’ Cucina for a short time after college. I left with a lot more knowledge about Italian food and lingering respect for the Broders family. They gave us so many opportunities to learn and taste new things.
I didn’t mean to fall in love with Colita, but I did. And now, it’s my favorite restaurant.
The first time I went was on a lark.
Jake was in the mood for a quiet night, so I headed over for an early dinner.
I showed up five minutes before opening (5 pm) and was glad that I did – for customers had already formed a line outside the front door. I joined them. An employee handed out little cups of warm hot chocolate topped with whipped cream sprinkled with sea salt.
I eat a disgusting number of Caesar salads. They’re one of my top three favorite foods.
I still ordered Caesar salads through romaine lettuce scares, 1, 2, and even 3. A Caesar salad-related death would actually be fitting for me.
Years ago when I worked at a restaurant, we went around naming the food we would choose if we could only choose one to have unlimited supply for the rest of our life.
I exclaimed “Romaine Lettuce!” and everyone thought I was nuts.
My favorite Caesar salads are made with a creamy dressing. But not the pre-made kind from industrial tubs. I can sniff out the jarred stuff in a second. And anchovies are always available upon request.