While others were out trolling the beaches, running away to a pine top destination or barely escaping arrests in Las Vegas, I spent my Memorial Day in town. For a few reasons actually.1- I hate traffic, sitting in traffic, driving in traffic and getting cut off in traffic. I much more prefer the open road, free of all things blood pressure rising.
This time around, the group ordered scrambled eggs, fluffy pancakes, flaky biscuits with perfectly cooked creamy gravy and farm fresh spiced sausage. While it was all so so so yummy, let me tell you about the breakfast potatoes. Warm, soft, cheesy goodness. I mean, that's the only way to describe it. There were diced potatoes, onions, and bell peppers all covered in a light blanket of cheddar cheese....*sigh*
Last time, I went for lunch and had the 'Rancher'. This simple sounding sandwich is a pressed sandwich of tender fillet of beef, layered with caramelized onion, blue cheese, arugula and horseradish aioli. My choice of side? An inventive roasted sweet potato salad that is both sweet and savory peppered with dried cranberries.
YUM YUM YUM
The only thing missing from this trip?? I should have gone back for a Salt River Bar. If you want to know the chocolate caramel salty goodness that is this treat....take yourself to Liberty Market. Or order the Bread Pudding....this version will make you a convert if your not already.
2- My sister's mother in law was in town visiting and I love love love her.
3-My friend's daughter was graduating from 8th grade and somehow I made the super exclusive list to this memorial day party (Loved the hot dogs, btw)
This weekend was the first in a long long time that I didn't really have any specific errands, except get my car looked at and the oil changed. By the way..... and this is VERY important for you all to know.....Wal Mart sucks. Seriously. Hang with me for a moment and we'll get back to the relaxing part. Did you know that when Wal Mart says that the check all fluids, they actually mean they will check all the fluids EXCEPT for the antifreeze and the brake fluid. Now, I'm not really a 'car person' per say but I kind of think that these two fluids are just a tiny little bit important. Luckily for me, I avoided this errand until today so I was fairly relaxed up until this afternoon.
All I did this weekend was enjoy a little free time. I played a ruthless card game of a version monopoly, which goes much faster than the board game version. I did a little shopping with the aforementioned mother in law, sister and my brother in law. Oh, and I also made time for a stop at my newest obsession.....frozen yogurt. I know I'm coming late to this party but there is something about 100 degree's outside that really has started to make me crave a tangy frosty concoction. And while this weekend was lovely, it wouldn't have been complete without a stop to taste some of the best local flavor that Gilbert has to offer. In this case, it was Liberty Market.
All I did this weekend was enjoy a little free time. I played a ruthless card game of a version monopoly, which goes much faster than the board game version. I did a little shopping with the aforementioned mother in law, sister and my brother in law. Oh, and I also made time for a stop at my newest obsession.....frozen yogurt. I know I'm coming late to this party but there is something about 100 degree's outside that really has started to make me crave a tangy frosty concoction. And while this weekend was lovely, it wouldn't have been complete without a stop to taste some of the best local flavor that Gilbert has to offer. In this case, it was Liberty Market.
I've been to this place a few times before but never for breakfast. This morning, I met up with my sister, the BIL, his mom and their next door neighbours (who ,btw, are just as cutthroat as the rest of us when it comes to that monopoly game. Don't let those innocent faces fool you.). The food at Liberty Market is like gourmet farm food. Its fresh, delicious and inventive. Since we were meeting a little later, I made the stupid decision to eat a snack when I woke up at 6:30 this morning. Which meant that when we all met up, I wasn't as hungry as I should have been. It didn't stop me from ordering a bowl of granola and it sure as hell didn't stop me from trying the potatoes.
Liberty Market (the building) has been in some sort of existence since Gilbert was a framing district of roughly 800 people in 1935. My Great Grandfather raised his family in the nearby city of Chandler (as family lore has it, he was actually one of the first Mayors.) And I used to hear stories of the area while I was growing up. Hearing how your grandmother used to come to Gilbert when it was a dirt road, right in front of Liberty Market, and where the town would throw down wooden planks to create a dance floor, kinda makes you have a new appreciation for the place.
The dusty road has been paved and the market no longer deals in just flour, eggs and milk. But when you walk in the historic district of Gilbert you can almost smell the faint waft of farm land. That very distinct scent of wet alfalfa that has been laying under the sun all day and finally received a cool shower just as the summer night hits and the young kids come out to the end of the road to dance under the stars... not realizing that less then 30 years, the road will be paved and 20 years after that.....those in the know will come to Liberty Market for the taste bud pleasing offering of wood fire pizza's, delicious fresh gourmet sandwich's and desserts that make you want to skip the entree all together. There's so much that I can say about the food. You have to go once for breakfast, once for lunch, once for dinner and once just for the coffee bar.
Liberty Market (the building) has been in some sort of existence since Gilbert was a framing district of roughly 800 people in 1935. My Great Grandfather raised his family in the nearby city of Chandler (as family lore has it, he was actually one of the first Mayors.) And I used to hear stories of the area while I was growing up. Hearing how your grandmother used to come to Gilbert when it was a dirt road, right in front of Liberty Market, and where the town would throw down wooden planks to create a dance floor, kinda makes you have a new appreciation for the place.
The dusty road has been paved and the market no longer deals in just flour, eggs and milk. But when you walk in the historic district of Gilbert you can almost smell the faint waft of farm land. That very distinct scent of wet alfalfa that has been laying under the sun all day and finally received a cool shower just as the summer night hits and the young kids come out to the end of the road to dance under the stars... not realizing that less then 30 years, the road will be paved and 20 years after that.....those in the know will come to Liberty Market for the taste bud pleasing offering of wood fire pizza's, delicious fresh gourmet sandwich's and desserts that make you want to skip the entree all together. There's so much that I can say about the food. You have to go once for breakfast, once for lunch, once for dinner and once just for the coffee bar.
This time around, the group ordered scrambled eggs, fluffy pancakes, flaky biscuits with perfectly cooked creamy gravy and farm fresh spiced sausage. While it was all so so so yummy, let me tell you about the breakfast potatoes. Warm, soft, cheesy goodness. I mean, that's the only way to describe it. There were diced potatoes, onions, and bell peppers all covered in a light blanket of cheddar cheese....*sigh*Last time, I went for lunch and had the 'Rancher'. This simple sounding sandwich is a pressed sandwich of tender fillet of beef, layered with caramelized onion, blue cheese, arugula and horseradish aioli. My choice of side? An inventive roasted sweet potato salad that is both sweet and savory peppered with dried cranberries.
YUM YUM YUM
The only thing missing from this trip?? I should have gone back for a Salt River Bar. If you want to know the chocolate caramel salty goodness that is this treat....take yourself to Liberty Market. Or order the Bread Pudding....this version will make you a convert if your not already.
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