I stopped going to the farmer’s market years ago when some hipster chick came screeching at me “DON’T TOUCH THE PEAS!” After that, we just ordered directly from the farm and had it delivered to the restaurant. Of course, I'm in love with the toothless guy...He’s everything I grew up with, he’s the end of an era, he’s the last of what it was like to just be a good eater and a good grower. A time when we just grew it and cooked it and ate it and didn't talk so much about it. When we didn’t crow all over town about your artisanal, local, organic fwa fwa. We just went to the farm and bought the milk. I bought everything I could from that old guy.
from The Inadvertent Education of a Reluctant Chef by Gabrielle Hamilton