Meatloaf in a Mess Tray
You Wish I Was Your Mother
By Willow Pennell
I remember the weekends when we shopped at three different farmer’s markets. That was when the kids were little, before the pandemic.
It was an outing, a feeding, and grocery shopping. The produce was better, fresher, and with far more variety.
There were charity buys too— broccoli we composted for the aphids, or small, wormy, virtuous …
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