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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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.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
No fatties!
I found this ad in a 1987 edition of Seventeen magazine. And all I can say about it wow, just wow. It's no wonder so many girls have fucked up body issues.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
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