|See, Richey? I carry my recycled billboard bag!|
Now, on to the market. The line was so long for the atm that we decided to see if we had enough money at the market and come back if necessary. It's only a block away. I passed up the blueberries today. I still have a pint from last week. I hope they have them next week, though.
A bunch of black-eyed Susans, some yellow squash, beets for Mom, tomatoes, jumbo eggs, red potatoes and a giant cucumber for sandwiches was my haul.
Jim joined me in having an omelet this week. It was interesting to hear comments about the price. We think it is a steal at 8 bucks. Farm-fresh eggs, farm fresh produce, farm fresh cheese-cow and goat, cooked on site, served with a couple of hot sauces, sitting at a table surrounded by farmers, patrons, and a whole lot of goodness! One man guessed they were 4 dollars when asked by his wife. He was appalled by 8 and the woman across from us said that 8 crossed her comfort boundary. She was remembering two years ago price of 7. I can't sit in any restaurant and have a lower quality, not as fresh omelet anywhere for 8 dollars. I think it's a steal especially since I hate chopping stuff.
I'll have another, please.
|aren't these eggs beautiful?|
|a study of reds|
|and now some yellows|
|These make me happy!|