or at least the market. This morning is the last week that the farmers market will be outdoor. I have to go today to find out the new secret winter location. it's very cloak and dagger vegetable buying. I should wear a trenchcoat and a silly hat.
I am also on the hunt for a heritage turkey. Why is this so hard to find in the middle of farm country here? And the cost. Oh lord, $10/lb is a lot for a bird. Considering Shoprite is giving the bastards away. I ordered one last year and had it delivered to the grocery store, but I had to schlepp across the river. And now I can't remember what farm I got it from. Ugh.
It may have just dawned on me that Thanksgiving is a week from today. I got off easy this year with only pies and sweet potatoes to make. and a turkey to procure. Which is going so well.
maybe I can get a lead at the farmer's market. wonder if my detective disguise will be helpful in that arena. I'm not sure they remember who I am since I am sans children on Thursday mornings now. Not that I'm complaining.
Now I have to go and wake them up. Well, wake Z up. C has been trying to do the same thing for the past 20 min and it doesn't sound too successful. I so love the moaning and protesting that comes from sleepy 3 yo.
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