Sometimes it’s good to go Dutch

And maybe sometimes it’s good to be Amish.

Today we made the great journey out of the lovely town of Columbia back into our old stomping grounds of Laurel MD. Why? Well, why not? After all, Laurel is home to the fantastic and oh so lovely Dutch Country Farmer\’s Market

You might ask, “So what’s so hot about this Amish farmer’s market?” Oh ye of little faith. Let’s just say this: If you even remotely enjoy the consumption of tasty pies, cakes, custards, candy, super fresh produce, hand ground spices, free range meats, fresh smoked BBQ, rotisserie chickens, butcher steaks, savory sausages, store churned ice cream, block fudge, just-twisted pretzels, hand canned jams and jellies, farm raised eggs, gourmet cheeses, honey varieties, hearty breads, juices, home style root beer, and coffee, DO NOT GO HERE. You will be in grave danger of wanting to move your family into the actual building, eating mirthfully to your heart’s content for the duration of your natural life. It doesn’t help that the whole place seems to be run by Amish people who are Kung Fu fast, polite, helpful, talkative, and friendly. And apparently, the place is catching on with the locals. We got there an hour before it closed, and there were police in the parking lot directly traffic in and out. Yeah, it’s that awesome.

Shanna got some most excellent Habanero Jalapeno Chedder. I of a more delicate palette went with the creamy dill Havarty and Smoked Swiss. But honestly, we would have bought one of everything if we could.

Say Cheese, Momma Creason.

Maybe it’s just because I’ve worked with bees, but I love looking at the different shades and flavors of honey. Beautiful.

Bags and bags of spices to refill the spice rack.

If you’re on a diet, you just can’t go here. The temptation is too great.

Excellent produce selection.

So hard to choose!

Vegetarians need not enter.

We have found the venerable Pork Steak!

Ribs… embrace the caveman within.

Couldn’t help but snatch-and-run (no we did not steal from the store) with a butter pound cake and pumpkin roll.

Ricky Martin instructs you to shake these.

Swimming in pie

I just like saying “Whoopie Pie.”

Well, we picked it and bought it. Now it’s time to go home and eat it.

Or feast.

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