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November Farmers Market and Pizza with Friends

Today was our last day to go to the Farmers Market in 2016. 
And it was still nice enough to bike there.


I'm always amazed at how much food you can still get mid-November.
Few people go at this time in the year.

We stocked up so we had enough produce to last us until Thanksgiving.


And then some.

Meadow insisted on getting the strawberries from the reseller. Some were squished by the time we got home. Meadow ate them all and made a rainbow.

Of course now I had to make a grocery list.

We were having friends over for dinner and really needed to go grocery shopping. First stop Costco.

Everyone else has a cart full of crap. We stick with the healthy stuff.

After we got home Scott prepped all the toppings for homemade pizzas.

And then we baked them up with Brent and Shannyn.

Meanwhile Meadow and Eleanor had the time of their lives.

It's been awhile since we have had homemade pizza. I think pizza is the only thing I could eat every week.

The highlight was apple, turnip and buffalo mozzarella pizzas with a bit of spinach with a alfredo sauce. 

And hanging with friends.

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