At the farmers' market on Sunday.
Unsurprisingly, what came out of this machine was outrageously delicious. Especially after a liberal sprinkle of powdered sugar.
Oddly enough, Dixon wanted nothing to do with them - he was busy eating a bag of kettle corn that was literally taller than he is. That was fine, though - more for Cooper and me.
Also at the farmers' market: the aforementioned kettle corn, a bunch of homemade pickles (hot and spicy and half-sour) that weren't quite as good as the homemade kosher one I tried, and fresh tamales covered in pico de gallo. Cooper and I split a tamale and then were very, very sorry that we hadn't each ordered at least two of our own.