I forgot to write in my blog yesterday. Well, I did think about it at one point, when playing waterfall and we had to rhyme words with dog. Someone said blog and I remembered then, but it was too late. What is the punishment for not writing in the blog for a day? I say, forgive and forget, live and let live, and only the good die young.
Yesterday I went to the Fulton Street Farmer's Market with my mom. It is nice going places with mom because she buys me food, whereas I would simply not eat otherwise. She bought me a melon, corn, and blueberries. The Farmer's Market is one of the coolest things we've got around here, in my opinion. The farmer's make 100% of the profit, and it's not like the produce was shipped halfway across the country or world. It makes mefeel better about what I'm eating. I'm always impressed when I go there, even during the week, and there are a ton of people and vendors selling not only produce but honey, bread, and jewelry. My favorite is the Hungarian woman who makes pastries and sells them. Pretty delish.
Then, I ate at Wege this morning for brunch. The eggs taste like butter and my stomach hurts. So much for that.
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