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Originally Posted by joseph
Yup. There are some days, when it's too hot, and my leg is aching too bad, and I have an allergy, and it's muddy, and I want to skip going to market. And then I think of Mandy, and Pat, and Casey, and that guy that always stops by to chat and never buys anything and I don't have a clue what his name is, and then I pick the berries, and harvest the peas, and pull the onions and head into the farmer's market.
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Funny you mention that ....
One guy, neatest guy maybe ever comes by at purple hull pea season and buys them by the bucket. He is in his late 70's, and from Baghdad, Iraq. Lost everything there, had it taken actually, and is just a neat, great guy to talk with.
Cooks the peas, shell and all, in boiling water and vinegar, with some onion. That's it, downs them bad boys shell and all....
He says we are too civilized, and waste too much. I just say hey, you're tougher than I am!
But yeah, great people you meet make up for the other.