Tag: farmer’s market
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A guy shows up at the farmer’s market every week, sets up a table with lots of pamphlets and a backboard heavy with illustrations of dinosaurs and cave men, and props this sign on the sidewalk. I really don’t want to talk to him about evolution because I’m not an evolutionary scientist and, even if Read.
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blister
It has been a day. Everything was fine to start with. Morning coffee with the morning news, one sucked, the other didn’t. While B got ready to go to the farmer’s market, I threw a load of dirty clothes into the wash machine and cranked it up, then went about the rest of my morning Read.
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fiction
When the Dane County Farmer’s Market is on capitol square during the summer, every street is lined with stalls where the farmers sell their wares, but every corner is crowded with folding tables where everybody with a petition or an opinion is making their pitch. This year there’s a new table on the corner at Read.
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The Last Breakfast
Next week, the Dane County Farmer’s Market returns to cap square, so this morning was the last time we could go for breakfast because they only serve while they’re in their winter quarters at the senior center on Mifflin Street. I was sort of hoping for waffles or a big pile of pancakes, but I Read.
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Saturday Morning Rally
Our Saturday morning routine has altered slightly. For months it was: farmer’s market for breakfast & shopping, then co-op for groceries, then book store, then home. But for the past few weeks it’s been: farmer’s market for breakfast & shopping, then march to capitol square chanting “Recall Walker!” and “This is what democracy looks like!” Read.
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Tractors. Cows. 14. A Monk.
My Darling B and I spent all day yesterday in downtown Madison and all we saw was a lousy two hundred thousand union supporters rallying around the capitol! Man, did we feel ripped off! We started off the day normally enough, washing up and heading into town to stock up our pantry with various and Read.
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Eggs For Breakfast
Our Saturday morning ritual included breakfast at the farmer’s market, the first one this winter after they moved to the senior center on Mifflin Street. Scrambled eggs, breakfast sausages, toast, mixed vegetables and fresh spinach. We took our trays upstairs where the crowds wouldn’t be so bad and it would be a lot warmer. The Read.
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Pizza on a Bike Seat
Pizza on a bike seat. Just in case you were hungry. We’ve seen plenty of oddities on the way to the farmer’s market, but every so often we see something just a notch above the usual weirdness that we have to stop, look and think about it for just a few moments longer than we Read.
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