Oh my. I get so excited when I enter a farmers market. Tunnel vision and enthuse overwhelm all other senses and thoughts, and I lose some elements of control. Today, for example, I decided T and I would cook dinner for everyone and so I simply MUST have this enormous cabbage, mess of beans, eggplants, squash, watermelon and so forth. At the "regular market" we went to after the FM, I bought peaches, herbs, balsamic, and on and on. You'd think we'd moved in for the month rather than just until Saturday morning, but I miss cooking and creating when I don't get to, so there you have it. Heh!