At the market this morning, I finally did it. I screwed my courage to the sticking point, girded my loins, and did all manner of other dirty sounding things that gave me the nerve to talk to Kerri-Ann, and now I have thirty dollars worth of radishes, onions, peas, romaine lettuce, eggs, and grass fed beef on my counter.
(Yes, on my counter. I took the picture, then I sat down at the computer.)
What do you think?
Also (and this is for you, WilliamB, and anyone else that wants to chime in): Blade Steak?
Discuss.
This time last year: The Other Waiting Room
