FARMER'S MARKET FRIDAY

Lunch at the Whole Foods salad bar today was so pure and delicious, it inspired my mom and I to drive straight over to our city farmer’s market. The October air was crisp, delightful, and certainly chilly enough to make me regret wearing a dress and flip-flops. We enjoyed striking up conversations with all the farm workers as they weighed our bounty on busy scales. My daughter was doggin’ all the free samples, from honey sticks to bread from a local German bakery stall. I should have just brought her there for lunch. The last of the season’s pumpkins were being played on like jungle gyms by all the small kids that were out of school for teacher workday. I saw yellow and maroon mums that were…hmm…what is the best synonym for huge that means bigger than huge? Anyway, they were so big they were selling for $45 each. I spent my $45 on food instead: turnips, beets, collards, peppers, tomatoes, kiwis, avocados, red cabbage, squash, hoop cheese, free-range brown eggs, an apple pie, a pecan pie, and last but not least, a pound of hamburger meat from a cow that I saw it’s picture. No lie. The lady showed me a picture of the cows happy and content grazing in a field on a sunny afternoon probably just last week. Now, for you vegetarians, I truly apologize for that aforementioned scenario. But for my meat-lovers who are also health & earth conscience, what better way to buy meat!? Later that evening we went over to Coop & T’s house for a cook-out and bonfire. As they sat there eating red hot-dogs made out of only Jesus knows, we were enjoying fresh antibiotic hormone free lean burgers that came from cows literally down the street, not down the highway in a truck coming from the west coast. Have you ever used the bathroom at a truck-stop? Can you imagine your meat hanging out there each time the trucker needs a donut and Mountain Dew? And just to ramble a bit more…speaking of donuts, my husband and I went on a date last weekend. After dinner our sweet tooths (teeth?) made us drive  to the Krispy Kreme headquarters which is open 24/7 to the public. I ordered hot coffee and 10 donut holes. “Ten?!” my husband asked surprisingly. “Yes, 10, but I won’t eat them all. I want to have some for tomorrow too.” Well, I guess the cashier,  who was all of 14 maybe, was too lazy to count out ten and she filled the bag with several fistfuls. It worked out to be about 22. And I… um, ate all of them within a half hour. Moral of this blog entry: It’s ok to eat all the donuts and hamburgers you want as long as you know where they came from. ;)