i come from a pretty small town in northern california, so it’s safe to assume that everyone there believes in organic foods and odwalla bars. every tuesday, we have a farmer’s market where the locals come and buy plants, pies, meats, and the best jams and jellies you have ever tasted. trust me. the zimmerman’s are the cutest (amish?) family that sell cookies that are to die for, and my favorite blackberry jam in the entire world. i always have a stash of it in my fridge at school, and i frequently give it as gifts to friends.
at stony brook, i’ve never been to any of the previous veggie gatherings, but this year i made it a point to check out our annual farmer’s market. i figured with all the buzz it’s been getting, tables lined with fresh fruits and vegetables, along with pies and jams would be available for all to buy (with a meal card, no less), but i was slightly disappointed to find that instead of the plaza smelling like cider, there were 2 small tables packed with veggies. there was however, sweet corn and (i believe) cider, so maybe all hope was not lost. another plus? the bellpeppers looked absolutely delicious and the gala apples were sold by the bunch. i wish i could say that i bought a bag, but the prices weren’t too cheap– instead i watched middle-aged professors try their hand at eating corn on the cob. let me tell you– not cute like a five year old eating corn on the cob.
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