"Love is too weak a word for what I feel - I luuurve you, you know, I loave you, I luff you, two F's, yes I have to invent, of course I - I do, don't you think I do?" - Woody Allen in Annie Hall
I am, of course, referring to how strongly I feel about the Farmer's Market.
It is a magical place. I feel like everyone is welcome and because of the shared interest in buying local produce, we're all friends the second we arrive.
Whenever I go to any Farmer's Market, I get the urge to procreate so I can give my children hippie names like Rainbow or Forest or Clover. Just me?
I also want to befriend all the vendors so I can walk by and say, "Hi, Sandy. Your radishes look great! Oh hey, Murphy. Set aside a couple jars of the peach jam for me!" Doesn't that sounds fantastic?
I was in Bloomington this past weekend to see and hear my lovely friend, Sally, at her recital (outstanding, Sally!). Saturday morning, Sally and I went to the Bloomington Farmer's Market to see if she was moved by any seasonal produce.
We looked at kale, watched some clog dancing, side-stepped strollers and considered strawberry plants. Sally didn't buy anything because she's not silly with her money and I didn't buy anything because I rarely carry cash.
Even though we didn't buy anything, it was not a wasted trip. No trip is ever wasted at the Farmer's Market.
On a completely unrelated note, I recently rediscovered graham crackers! For most people, this probably isn't that interesting, but I'm newly enamored with this childhood treat.
I went home for lunch today and as I was walking out the door to head back to work, I decided to grab something I could nosh at the office. I didn't even know we had them! They were hidden behind some poorly organized tupperware (everyone has that cabinet, don't they?), but when my gaze fell upon them, I knew we were M.F.E.O.
I couldn't even wait until I returned to work to open them. I busted those suckers out in the car. And that's when I remembered that graham crackers are tasty, but messy. Still worth it.
On a third completely unrelated note, I am currently without speedometer. If you have ever been in a car with me (I'm very sorry), you are well aware of my tendency to exceed the speed limit. It may not be a big deal for a lot of you, but I challenge you speed demons: the next time you're making even a short trip, don't glance at your speedometer. Try and gauge your speed by other drivers and your own judgment. It's not nearly as much fun as it sounds.
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1. Farmer's Markets inspire the same hippy-commune desires within me. I have even purchased home-made organic dog treats for my dad's dog in a fit of farmer's market spending.
2. The Honda I had since I was 16 hasn't had a working spedometer for the past 6 years. It would sporadically come back on and then suddenly drop back down to zero. It made me incredibly skilled at estimating my speed. When it did pop back up, I would always be within 3-5 mph of the speed I was attempting to go.I rule. As do your blogs.
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