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rydra_wong2010-05-08 03:29 pm
Local farmers' market, Saturday morning
(Is it "farmer's market" or "farmers' market"? I don't know. There are definitely farmers plural there.)
Today, I arrived too late to buy any wild rabbit, which had been my plan. Woe!
But the Cox apples were labeled "very crisp", and I picked ones that felt iron-hard and rough-skinned. And I got my usual "box of misshapes" (pay much less and fill your own carton from the tray of cosmetically-imperfect eggs). And there were beef shanks for making osso bucco!
Even in the grey drizzly rain, a winner is I.
Today, I arrived too late to buy any wild rabbit, which had been my plan. Woe!
But the Cox apples were labeled "very crisp", and I picked ones that felt iron-hard and rough-skinned. And I got my usual "box of misshapes" (pay much less and fill your own carton from the tray of cosmetically-imperfect eggs). And there were beef shanks for making osso bucco!
Even in the grey drizzly rain, a winner is I.