Farmers’ Market

Went a little overboard at the Waverly Farmers’ Market last weekend. Had to throw out a few items because I couldn’t cook them or eat them in time (in other words, I straight up forgot I had bought them). It doesn’t help that my kitchen gets unbearably hot and tends to speed up the rotting process for the fruits and veggies I don’t want to put in the fridge.  I tried to be conservative this morning.  That said, I did pick up a huge bag of plums (forget what kind, they’re smaller than your traditional black or red plum), 3 zucchinis and a pound of spinach for $13.  This week will be busy with packing and I didn’t want to bite off more farmers’ market produce than I could chew.

I shouldn’t be surprised, but I’m starting to realize that Baltimore residents walk through a farmers’ market just like they drive – as if they are out of their minds and have no consideration for anyone around them.  Saw a woman in a wheel chair battling to get through, people shoving parents with strollers out of the way, people blocking stands their not even buying from.  I leave every Saturday morning wishing I would have brought a body guard or wore football padding. I got a very painful elbow in the ribs without a peep from the elbow’s owner.  I miss Oregon more by the hour…and even more on Saturday mornings.

Went a little overboard at the Waverly Farmers’ Market last weekend. Had to throw out a few items because I couldn’t cook them or eat them in time (in other words, I straight up forgot I had bought them). It doesn’t help that my kitchen gets unbearably hot and tends to speed up the rotting process for the fruits and veggies I don’t want to put in the fridge.  I tried to be conservative this morning.  That said, I did pick up a huge bag of plums (forget what kind, they’re smaller than your traditional black or red plum), 3 zucchinis and a pound of spinach for $13.  This week will be busy with packing and I didn’t want to bite off more farmers’ market produce than I could chew.
I shouldn’t be surprised, but I’m starting to realize that Baltimore residents walk through a farmers’ market just like they drive – as if they are out of their minds and have no consideration for anyone around them.  Saw a woman in a wheel chair battling to get through, people shoving parents with strollers out of the way, people blocking stands their not even buying from.  I leave every Saturday morning wishing I would have brought a body guard or wore football padding. I got a very painful elbow in the ribs without a peep from the elbow’s owner.  I miss Oregon more by the hour…and even more on Saturday mornings.
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