# Get the quintessential farmers market basket.
I’ve had many a farmers market weekends. So many I can’t count. Or remember which weekend was the epic Boudin bread eating (I ate an entire pumpkin seed loaf by myself); which weekend was the Cow Girl cheese shaving (I witnessed boiling Gouda cheese being shaved onto a plate of toasted sourdough, diced tomatoes and proscuitto); or which weekend was the free-styling violin playing by a child savant. So many glorious tastes. And smells. And fond memories. That blend…