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Buford Highway Farmers Market

Yesterday I had to take my niece to the airport and it provided me with the perfect opportunity to visit the Buford Hwy Farmer’s Market. I heard about it a few weeks ago and have been trying my best to get there but something always seemed to come up. Well, I finally made it and it was everything I had heard and more!!

Foods of the World

As you walk in you see a big world globe…because well, they have foods from all over the world!

It is amazing at the HUGE variety of foods that they have. They also have flowers, wall fountains outdoor, nesting dolls, small appliances, kitchen tools, etc. Basically, you name it!

sugar plums

Look!

It’s Sugar Plums…that will be dancing in my head!

I saw all kinds of produce that I had no idea even existed. Indian Bitter Melon which I bought for my Mom because it is supposed to help with cholesterol. I also bought dragon fruit and Korean melon (which I will tell you about in another post).

produce

This is just a small portion of the produce section. The produce section alone is larger than most grocery stores.

pork uterus

They also have a large meat section. With EVERY kind of meat you can possibly imagine and some you never want to see again. I mean really, WHO would buy a pork uterus??? And what would you do with it? Ohhh, never mind, I don’t think I really want to know the answer to that.

They had everything from traditional cuts to the exotic. Trust me when I say they had every part of an animal you could ever want to purchase.

seafood

And the seafood department was HUGE! So many different kinds of fish, shrimp, mussels, crab, etc.

octopus

Even Octopus.

NOOOOO, I didn’t come home with that.

I did however buy some weird octopus flavored chips from the Asian section.I just couldn’t resist getting them and making Tate try them. He is like Mikey, he will eat anything. And he did try them…and liked them. I couldn’t try them…they smelled horrid and once I got that first whiff I was done.

teas

Teas, as far as the eye can see.

international grogery

Each aisle is marked with the region that the food comes from. It makes it easy to navigate your way around the globe. Chinese, Japanese, Korean, European, Jamaican, Hispanic, African and American foods are all represented. We spent hours browsing around and being amazed at all the things available that we had never seen before. I can’t wait to go back and I suggest that if you are ever in the Atlanta area you make it a point to visit the Buford Highway Farmer’s Market. They have no idea who I am and this post is in no way sponsered by them, I just had to share a small piece of my experience with you because I felt I had truly taken a trip around the world.

 

Ok, I am going to come clean here. I met my husband online. Many years ago when it wasn’t quite the norm. My Mom thought for sure that I was going to meet a serial killer the first time I went out to San Diego. See, I wouldn’t let him come to Hicktown. Small town, everyone knows your name and your business…can you just imagine what it would have been like? Mom really would have croaked if she had know his online screen name. It was PsychoKiller. Yes, seriously. He was/is a big gamer and that was his gaming name.

I went out to San Diego all on my own. It was kinda scary, but I knew it was what I needed to do…I knew it was right. But, a little ol’ country girl in a big city…well, the two don’t mix all that well. First off, there were some crazy people, no sweet tea to be found and everything to eat looked like chic food. No disrespect meant toward chic food, it just isn’t the norm around these parts. And the driving. Oh my word. I only thought that Atlanta was bad. When Bric put me behind the wheel and made me drive on the Interstate insanity and panic set in and it was a thousand wonders we didn’t need a San Diego auto repair to come to the rescue.

Thank goodness it was a smaller car and not some Ford F-150 that most guys drive out here in the country because there is no way in heck I could have maneuvered through that traffic in anything different. I have never had a panic attack, but that day I seriously came close. Then as I am cussin Bric like there is no tomorrow for making me drive…the check engine light comes on and I really freak out. How in the heck do these people live with that kind of stress everyday? I seriously could not live there. We go to visit Bric’s family occasionally, but that is more than enough for me. Before we married and he moved out to the mountains of Georgia he tried to convince me to move there…that was the deal breaker for me. It was either you move here or we are over, I wouldn’t survive a year.

After the crazy man on the street tried to accost me and Bric had to step in to save my life because I just knew the crazy man was gonna get me, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that my place was where everyone knows your name and your business. I knew that my place was where I can drive down a 2-lane road to get to the auto shop and the police department and anywhere else I want to go for that matter.

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