|taken @ trader joe's in portland|
ok, next up- Love your Farmer! i felt all warm and fuzzy when i read this and thought about running back to the farmer's market to hug all the farmers there...it's true. thank you to all the farmers who continue to tackle a profession that is not always glamorous or predictable...i cannot thank you enough for doing what you do so that i can eat the fruit of your labor. muchas gracias.
last but most certainly not least-FOOD FIGHT, two words that i have not used together in a long time.and why not?! because i've grown too old to have fun? surely not! when i was in high school i worked at dairy queen. during the end of an extremely slow night during the winter, we managed to have a full on food fight. it started out as an eating contest but progressed into a ketchup/mustard/whip cream/relish/chocolate graffiti session. we were all covered in the worst combinations you could dream of. who wants to smell pickles and chocolate? or ketchup and whip cream? gross! anyway, this car was loaded with awesomeness and completely deserves my totally fictitious award. congratulations!