Martha I ain’t, but…

I’m going to do this. I have to do this. Meatloaf Cupcakes!

But instead of using food coloring, I’m going to get some more of those purple potatoes . And may I just state for the record that it utterly sucks that our town’s weekly farmer’s market sucks?

Lessee, you want fifteen different kinds of makeup? Maybe a sno-cone or some cotton candy or deep fried Thai food? Then go to our market. But if you’d like, say, oh, I dunno, vegetables? Well, we’ve got onions, bok choy, strawberries and…uh…more onions…and the occasional carrot. And that’s about it.

Feh!

Fortunately, though, there are some thumping good ones within half an hour of my house. So I can still get the best of the best, without too much angst and suffering. All I need to do is find other things I want to do in that neck of the woods so I can justify the cost of the gas.

What I love best about farmer’s markets is that I can get the veggies for the same (or better, even) price as Costco, while the guy who sells them to me gets a much better price for all his hard work. It’s also nice that the food is actually picked when it’s ready, instead of being harvested slightly ahead of time so that it is green enough to survive the journey from field to processing center to distribution center to grocery store.