Farmer's Market

Sunday morning started with a grump: me. Having breakfast and not enough coffee, I left the house for some produce joy. Yes it's only produce, but to me, it's an outing. It's an adventure. What will I find? Who will I see? I didn't have anything or anyone in mind but decided to "take along" some friends and kept texting them along the way. I'm sure getting my texts was annoying on a Sunday morning (as evidence by little to no responses). Don't people usually sleep in? Or at the very least, keep their electronics turned off? No matter, the pest here marched on.

Oh man, look at the flowers. All that loveliness for about $5 to $7 a bunch. I didn't buy this week since we had a still-fresh bouquet at home. Is too many flowers possible? I thought maybe. As a kid my dad would bring home mountain apples. I didn't want to eat them because they were ugly and not pretty like the apples in the supermarkets. Just as with most things, I heard his voice, "They may be ugly, but they're the best tasting apples around." I took his advice recently and now buy these funny looking Fuji beauties every week. Holy cow, they're the envy of my lunch box! Swiss chard - not my favorite. My crazy lesbian neighbors gave us some once (I think they just wanted free citrus from us actually). I added garlic, herbs, and the like and they were still bitter. Had them in a restaurant too; better, but still not my thing. However, on this day, I couldn't help but take a picture. Oh look, a rainbow! Just spotted the former mayor. Hi Mayor Fargo!

Just spotted the hideous toad of a judge we fired. Um...duck.

Hmm, lots of gays-with-kids here today. Is there a rally?

The crazy Hmong farmer was selling these beautiful greens. All of her produces was well-marked, "Kale $1", "Carrots $1", but these greens only had a picture. I asked what they were and in her best non-native-English said they were a spinach hybrid. Wanting to know "hybrid with what" I decided to just buy it. Turns out, they're sweet, tasty, and perfect in stir-fry. See, you never know what you'll find in the deep end! Tomatoes? This time of year? Well, not only is the farmer totally hot (I visit his shrine every week), but his stuff is actually quite good. He grows these lovelies in a green house this early in the season. They're no heirlooms, but miles better than the watery stones they call tomatoes in the grocery store. Thanks Mr. Hottie. Got home 2 hours later and unloaded my bounty, which included artisan bread, turnips, broccoli, asparagus (thank god for the Delta!), and some lettuce (again, bless those gifted Hmong gardeners). My colon will be happy! Until next week...