I spent last night with ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
adrian_turtle, and stopped at a farmers market on my way home, which I was comfortable doing because of that first COVID vaccine dose eight days ago.
They had three or four tables outside on the plaza near the Charles Hotel, and five or six more in the wooden sheds that they'd used in previous winters. When I got there, the smoked fish person was standing just outside the shed, near the door. When I told her I wanted to buy smoked fish she went inside and sold it to me.
There were fewer people at the market than I'd expected; on the other hand, in the Before Times, that market wasn't very busy on Sunday afternoons. The other thing that surprised me is that I got to select my own apples and my own head of garlic. Last summer at the same market, or the one in Belmont Center, the vendors selected produce and gave me a bag. I could ask for n ears of corn, but without getting close enough to touch the corn.
From there, I walked the few blocks to the bus stop on Story Street, and rode a pleasingly uncrowded bus home.
We now have four Macintosh apples, a bottle of apple cider, two kinds of smoked fish, a package of butternut squash ravioli, and a fresh head of garlic. The fresh fish was tempting, but we have a lot of roast chicken left from Friday night's dinner, plus pork tenderloin, and both shrimp and cod in the freezer.
adrian_turtle, and stopped at a farmers market on my way home, which I was comfortable doing because of that first COVID vaccine dose eight days ago. They had three or four tables outside on the plaza near the Charles Hotel, and five or six more in the wooden sheds that they'd used in previous winters. When I got there, the smoked fish person was standing just outside the shed, near the door. When I told her I wanted to buy smoked fish she went inside and sold it to me.
There were fewer people at the market than I'd expected; on the other hand, in the Before Times, that market wasn't very busy on Sunday afternoons. The other thing that surprised me is that I got to select my own apples and my own head of garlic. Last summer at the same market, or the one in Belmont Center, the vendors selected produce and gave me a bag. I could ask for n ears of corn, but without getting close enough to touch the corn.
From there, I walked the few blocks to the bus stop on Story Street, and rode a pleasingly uncrowded bus home.
We now have four Macintosh apples, a bottle of apple cider, two kinds of smoked fish, a package of butternut squash ravioli, and a fresh head of garlic. The fresh fish was tempting, but we have a lot of roast chicken left from Friday night's dinner, plus pork tenderloin, and both shrimp and cod in the freezer.