I had been roaming the foggy market for just a few minutes, eyeing up dollar packages of strawberries(!) and round, shiny apples. I knew I wanted something more than fruit for breakfast but wasn’t sure what I would find hidden in the walls of the mysterious market.
A man stopped me as I walked by to offer samples of his baked goods. A cinnamon roll he had removed half the sugar from but that still tasted amazing, Italian bread that tasted the way Italian bread SHOULD taste. A cranberry and almond scone if you like coffee in the morning. I was drawn to a spinach and feta turnover. The filling was creamy and melted in my mouth. I had found my breakfast.
When I went inside I was torn with how many turnovers to purchase (I did need to feed my husband, too) but landed on one, with a side of regular and chocolate croissants. As I left the shop I informed the man of my purchases.
“You sold me!”
“I didn’t sell you, the product did!”
His response really stuck with me. Rarely do I actually try to sell you anything through the blog, but in a way I’m always trying to sell you on getting yourself in the kitchen and cooking a delicious meal or treat. But it doesn’t always have to be about what I say, the food itself should be enough to get you excited. This is what I was thinking about as I took my pastries back to the apartment and enjoyed the quietest breakfast in recent memory.
That was one of my mornings from my trip to Kansas City for ChoppedCon this past weekend. My favorite way to travel is to dive in and feel like I live there. Everyone has their favorite restaurants and leisure activities in their hometowns, and chances are they’re not the tourist hotspots that anyone would come there for. Heck, we lived in the Twin Cities for nine months and never once shopped at the Mall of America, but have made numberous trips north to do just that while living in La Crosse.