The Block That Comes Back
March twenty-seventh. The Saturday market is back on the block past the hardware store, and I found out the way I find out every year, by walking past it accidentally and then sto…
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The Jar She Didn't Read First
January twenty-fourth, technically, but I'm writing it today because it took me a week to figure out what I was writing about. The farmers market runs through winter here, which m…
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The Honey Has Already Been Decided
July sixth. I want to tell you about the farmers market, not the one by the rec center, which I have walked past approximately one hundred times, but the Saturday one in the east-…
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The Gouda Argument Was Not My Business
November seventeenth. I went for the honey. That was the whole plan, stop at the Sunday market two blocks over from the usual route, find whoever was selling the dark buckwheat va…
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The Honey Jar Takes Longer Than You Think
May sixth. We went for strawberries and left with strawberries, a bunch of green onions neither of us had a plan for, and, yes, two different jars of honey because the third look…
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The Honey Jar Situation
August fourth. The market has been running every Saturday since late May and I keep meaning to go earlier and keep arriving around nine-thirty when the good tomatoes are already h…
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Two Wrong Guesses, One Market
October second. We each had a number in our heads. That is the part I keep coming back to. Not the same number, different numbers, arrived at independently, using completely diffe…
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The List Did Not Survive the First Stall
July sixth. There was a list. I want to establish that before anything else. Not a long list, four things, written in my notes app on Saturday evening with the kind of confidence…
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The Tomato Situation
Labor Day weekend. We had a plan, which was to go to the farmers market, buy honey, and leave before either of us spent more than we'd budgeted. The plan lasted about seven minute…
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The Apple Morning
October eighteenth. The market runs along four blocks on Saturday mornings, and I've walked it enough times that I have habits inside it, which stall I hit first, which one I skip…
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The Honey Vendor Has No Concept of Time (Neither Do We)
October ninth. The market runs Saturdays until the end of the month, and I have walked past the sign for it approximately six consecutive weeks without going. This was the week Si…
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Forty Varieties
October sixteenth. The expired coupon booklet was for a Saturday market, which I never went to, but it turns out there's also a Thursday evening version three blocks further east…
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Longer Than We Meant To
December twelfth. We both had the day off at the same time, which happens less often than you'd think, and Simone texted at some point the night before to say she'd heard there wa…
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The Radish Problem
July second. I have a bunch of radishes on my counter and no plan. That is the entire summary of my Saturday morning, and also the logical conclusion of visiting a farmers market…
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The Honey Was Worth It (Mostly)
There is a farmers market two neighborhoods over that runs through October, and I had been meaning to go for three Saturdays in a row. Today I actually went. I want to be very cle…
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