I would like to send a quick yodel of approval out for Your (yes, Your) Dekalb Farmers Market, my constant source of inspiration, amusement and dried legumes for the last five years. If you have ever eaten at our house, you have probably tried some homemade knock-off of something on the YDFM cafeteria line (even though I think my tabbouleh is better), or snacked on some of the crazy-amazing produce I buy there every week. If you're ever in need of a quick nosh, some mysterious ingredient in that complex Indian recipe off the internet that you just have to try, or just a leisurely session of people watching, I highly recommend this place. Just bring a jacket - it's cold in there!
(Please note that photography of any kind is not actually permitted in the market, so don't try it, 'cause they might catch you and make you leave before it's your turn ordering at the pastry counter, and I will eat your orange cream tart for you without a shiver of remorse.)
My colleague Meseret has instructed me that "thank you" in Amharic is ahm-eh-seg-NAH-lew. If your cashier's tag lists this language as one that he/she speaks, please try this out and let me know how they respond. (I'm a dork, and have been too bashful to try it.)
--- Alyssa
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