good food makes the world go 'round
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Halifax, 2004.07.03
This morning my girlfriend and I went to the market. I brought along an extra pair of my shoes in my backpack because I'd heard that there was a guy at the market who makes custom shoes. But we couldn't find him.
In the end, we wound up stuffing the "organic chicken" (yeah, right) into the external zip compartment of my backpack, and the carrost in another....
The meal that night was delicious. Fresh carrost are so much better than "the usual" kind you get at teh grocery store. Dead ones, I mean. The fresh ones from this morning reminded me of growing up on the farm.