Nope.
The longest line at the farmer's market today was for freshly made deep fried doughnuts.
And no, we never got into that line. We bought only fruit, goat cheese, and vegetables.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Defeating the purpose
The longest line yesterday at my local farmer's market was not for fresh locally grown peppers, or tomatoes, or corn, or squash. People were not lining up for plants they could buy, take home, and plant. They weren't clamoring for locally produced cheese or meats.
Nope.
The longest line at the farmer's market today was for freshly made deep fried doughnuts.
And no, we never got into that line. We bought only fruit, goat cheese, and vegetables.
Nope.
The longest line at the farmer's market today was for freshly made deep fried doughnuts.
And no, we never got into that line. We bought only fruit, goat cheese, and vegetables.
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16 comments:
Good for you! Doughnuts are the work of the devil!
Doc
As a certain Homer Simpson would say: "DOH!"
Oh the irony!
Why am I not surprised?
I guess nobody was selling fried bacon, eh?
OK, I know it's not the healthful stuff, but it's still fresh - homemade doughnuts. I mean, people are allowed to like their baked goods too, right?
(Of course, you did the smart thing.)
Those were fresh picked off the doughnut bush!
Well, good thing you weren't in the line. More for me!!
Doughnuts are God's work!!
Those must have been some fucking good doughnuts! Look at that line.
doughnuts = awesome
end of story.
Good for you for showing them how Farmers' Markets are done.
Your donut avoidance makes me sad.
It's not that the line was so long, it's just that the 3 people in the line were so damn freaking big it made the line seem long.
Those three bellies in a row are enough to keep you out of the doughnut line. Besides, there must have been home baked bread at another booth you could have used to make fresh tomato sandwiches with basil mayonnaise.
Pick your poison ;)
Libby, all those doughnuts I didn't avoid that added all the fat that clogged my arteries makes me avoid doughnuts today.
Well, at the Farmers' Market I go to it is... popcorn. With stuff on it.
Is making popcorn such a rarified art that you have to go to the Farmers' Market for it?
But the thing that really cheeses me off is how parents use their goddam baby carriages as weapons and block access to everything. They just stop right in the middle blocking access to all stands, and then suddenly charge off and ram people who get in their way.
OK, I'm starting to rant, so I'll back off.
Rgds,
TG
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