There's nothing like a good farmers market: it's a Saturday morning and the air is pleasantly warm but promising heat later on. All the Madisonians of a certain class are out on the capital grounds, circling the triangular Classical-revival behemoth in a counterclockwise whirl of Chacos, sundresses and baby strollers.
We get some spicy-cheesy-bread, a cinnamon roll, some cheese curds (squeaky!) and coffee and sit on the grass. In case that wasn't enough food, we hit a crepe place subsequently.
After a bit of hanging around we head for a late "lunch" at a local diner, and thence to a small party with B+ homebrew (good flavor, needs to work on carbonation and mouthfeel).
We finish up the day with a spin in the dog park for Keith's dog Maggie and a little Dosage V.
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