Jämtlands Höstmarknaden

Underbart! Another post about markets. There is a farmer's market every Saturday in the town square in Östersund, but this weekend is a special occasion: an Autumn-market. I am told this happens only once per year. Anyway, after my net-seminar this morning, it was nice to wander through the booths and talk to the old cheese-makers.

Stortorget, last Friday in September.

There were all sort of crafts.

Dalahäster

And what farmer's market would be complete without...candy. Godis. Loads of it. It's actually healthy if it's homemade--if you mix the sugar-packs and food-colourings in a kitchen. It changes the chemistry. I'll get a Nobel Prize for that insight.

Olika ostsorter, honung, & tjockmjölk, back at home. Not pictured: some  grönsaker ("vegetables"--literally "green-things")

I love the markets because it is such a nice opportunity to chat with the various vendors. And they have to oblige since they're trying to sell stuff. Anyway, I think it gets incrementally more enjoyable every week in proportion to the tongues new nimbleness wrought of seven days' practice. 

So everything is copacetic, or skookum (can you believe these words are legal?) and will be so as long as we never run out of canned Baltic herring.