The experiences and exploits of a college grad trying to make it in the "real world:" leaving school and friends in New England, moving south, and living with her boyfriend. Watch as I pretend to be an adult.
Elija and I have a Sunday tradition: the Farmer's Market.
Every week after we roll ourselves out of bed and get dressed, we head down the road to our local farmer's market to stock up on groceries. It amazes me that people don't do this more. The vegetables are significantly less expensive, and you get to feel good about supporting a local merchant instead of a corporate chain.
Plus, it's a much nicer experience. You walk through stalls set up with just about everything under the sun, you can pick things up, root through bins, and examine everything before handing your future dinner over to the nice man or woman to be weighed.
There are some minuses- you have to bring cash, for example, and there are somethings they just don't carry. But on the whole, it's wonderful- definately something I look forward to every week.
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