Went to the Union Square Greenmarket today. Maybe I’m just tired of going there or maybe there were less farmers there because it’s the Friday before a long weekend, but I just didn’t see a damn thing I wanted. I still bought the following:
Grand total: $17.00
Grand total to date: $80.28
Then I went across the street and filled a veritable trough at Whole Foods’ salad bars because it was an absolutely magnificent 80-something degree evening outside, so we went back across the street and ate, sitting in the grass in the park.
I won’t lie; I took no small amount of glee in filling my plastic take-away bin with whatever the freakin’ hell I felt like. Thai mango slaw! Tomatoes of unknown origin! Some kind of icebergy lettuce salad with bacon!4
My patience is really wearing thin for this whole experiment. I actually found myself standing in my kitchen, plotting all the non-local foods I was going to eat on Monday: French cheeses, cherries from California, a piece of steak that costs less than a car.
I’m going to save my final conclusions for Monday, but so far, they’re not the conclusions I would have expected.
- Good god, I could really go without eating another damned apple for a good six months at least. [↩]
- The same stand was selling “broccoli rapp” and that just cracked me up. [↩]
- I will never complain about cheese prices again after this week. I still can’t believe I just paid $11.00 for two wee bricks of cheese. [↩]
- BAAAAAACONNNNNNN! That is all. [↩]