I love farmers markets, and my neighborhood has one of the quaintest I've experienced. The guy who tried to play original guitar songs a year ago has simply become the guy who sings "The Wheels on the Bus" and wears a clown nose for the youngins. The spry Thai orchid lady and I chat for a long while, I get some fresh bread and veggies, cut flowers. It's overall a very pleasant weekly Silver Lake community gathering. Everyone is so damn self-pleased you can't help but join in.
So, afterward, I cooked myself a well-rounded lunch of sprouted whole wheat pasta and spicy tomato sauce, and boiled asparagus spears. I was putting those tasty farmers market asparagi on the plate...and a little cooked caterpillar fell out.
That'll keep me away for a while.
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