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 …