For the first time recently, I ventured over to the local, heavily-hyped farmer's market in search of peaches. I was so looking forward to them because there were none when we moved here last year due to a late frost.
Now, when you think of "farmer's market," what do you think of?
Produce!!!! Yes, those things called fruits and vegetables. Just the things you would expect to find at a FARMER'S market.
As I listened to some earthy music, I found handmade jewelry.
I found homemade soaps.
I found herbs and breads.
I even found some espresso and overpriced smoothies.
Funny, I didn't find any produce.
No red potatoes.
No green beans.
And, HELLO, here we are in the great state of Georgia, and NO PEACHES?????!!!!!!!
Okay. In all fairness, there were a couple of people peddling some yummy-looking tomatoes, but that was it.
I finally found peaches a half hour away, and they were pretty tasty. We're near the end of the season, so I look forward to trying more varieties next summer.
I just packaged some peaches to mail to some very special people, and I went to great lengths to write in HUGE letters on EVERY surface of the box:
And what, pray tell, does the postal worker do with it?
She throws it. In. The. Bin.
I'm surprised that it's always the postal workers who go cuckoo and not the customers.
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