Wednesday, July 09, 2008

The Farmer's Market

The Farmer's Market rocks my socks off. And Bertha's too-she loves to go with me. There are usually about 15-20 different booths, including organic produce, regular produce, fresh goat cheese, locally raised beef, herbs and flowers. It's a little bit like heaven. I don't know why, but I feel much better about my life when I eat local or organic food.

I think it is because it feels more real-more authentic-more like what humans were designed to do. I mean, were we really meant to cram our bodies full of fake crap, or produce that is shipped from half way across the world? I don't think so. And I'm not opposed at all to the occasional mango or banana, but I don't see why I should go to the grocery store to buy tomatoes that were grown in another country. The tomatoes grown right here in Catawba county-they are great. Not pink, or infected with salmonella-just delicious and juicy and bright red.

And going to the Farmer's Market means that Bertha gets to walk around amidst all of the people and the other dogs. She loves it, because she likes meeting new people as much as I do. Although sometimes the asphault gets a little hot under her little feet.

In other news-I'm learning how to play chess. I never cared before, and I guess I should learn how to play sometime.

Also, my arm is so very very achy from my tetanus shot. I stuck myself with the quill Sunday, and got the tetanus shot Monday. The internet says it might hurt this bad for a whole week-but seriously, my arm hurts more than my leg. Why would the cure hurt worse than the injury?

I need something to do on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I'm feeling a wee bit trapped in my house.

1 comment:

Allison said...

On Tuesdays and Thursdays you could take Bertha to the park, or go to the local pool.