The Weekend Wrapup: Vol. 3

It seems that I’ve gotten into the habit of doing recaps of my weekends, which is not a bad idea since they have the greatest potential for meltdown.

Don’t Mess with Me or My Food

It’s not just noise that sets me off, it’s noise and food.  Have you ever heard of that?  I was already at a high frustration level about food this weekend because I hadn’t been able to eat or drink anything all week (due to being sick) when we stopped around the corner from our home and got some food to take home.  I opened up my container of fries and was pretty grossed out when I saw that they were completely dripping with oil!  They didn’t taste any better, either.

This could not be.

I don’t mind novel textures or cuisines as much as I do poorly made food.  I have no qualms about telling a restaurant how horrible their food is, and sometimes I won’t even eat my own cooking even though I’m generally an okay cook.

I marched back to the cheesesteak place, fries in hand, and told the guys that I don’t know how it’s possible to mess up fries but these were the worst I’ve ever had in my life.

Where Everybody Knows Your Name

This weekend we showed up to the farmers market before their opening time and there was already a crowd!  Do you have to camp out or something?  But in all seriousness, it’s much better than it used to be.  No lines.

When you live in a big city, you start to miss being treated like a real person, especially when you’re from a slower place like California or the Midwest like I am.  So it’s a big deal to us that certain farmers make eye contact with us and say hello every Sunday.  They’ll take the time to give us tips and tell us what they’re doing on the farm, and in exchange we’ll always make sure to buy something from them even if we don’t need it.  What a simple way for them to maintain business, right?