Mystery of Minneapolis: Minneapolis Farmer's Market

Have you been craving some buffalo jerky?  Perhaps you've been dreaming of fresh, locally grown arugula.  Maybe the empty vase on your kitchen table is in need of some flowers.  Interested yet?  What about enjoying some roasted corn-on-the-cob with a glass of fresh-squeezed lemonade, in the midst of an adventurous crowd with the need for a produce experience outside of Cub Foods?!  Sounds great!

On a Saturday morning that seems like a trip from many, many, many... many weeks ago, my good (intelligent, kind, beautiful) friend and I grabbed a cup of Starbucks, paid a (very) small parking meter fee, and ventured to the Minneapolis Farmer's Market.  In retrospect, we might have skipped the coffee from the caffeine mega-giant, and enjoyed a cup from the locals, but we didn't consider that.  That is, until we were walking around enjoying all things local and natural, receiving more than a few funny looks directed at our Starbucks to-go cups.  Ugh.  Mental note for next time.

We went in without purpose, wandered until we'd seen everything that was worth seeing, and left with more appreciation for the locals (and some good honey).  I wonder what you would come out with?