Farmer's Market

Farmer's market is a riot. Such yummy delicious fresh grass-fed picked-that-morning still-smells-like-dirt sold-by-sketchy-dude-wearing-plastic-bags-on-his-feet GOODNESS! It is heaven, nirvana, or one of the tiers of glory, whichever relig you subscribe. Okra as big as a pidgeon. Green beans as long as my forearm. AND the produce is much cheaper than store bought. AND it doesn't look like it has been in cold storage for the last seven years.

All hail the Acorn Squash, garden fresh.