gf and i went to the Andersonville farmers' market the other day. at one stand, we saw some lovely peaches, offered in small baskets of a half-dozen or so. i'm still rather low on my sugar intake, so i asked if we could buy just two peaches.
the woman said i had to ask "the farmer," and sent her over. i re-inquired, and got a question of my own: "will you be eating this by tomorrow?"
"yes, for breakfast," I replied.
she looked us over some.
"you keep this on the table," she said in her accent, which i couldn't place. "no refrigerator!"
we agreed to the conditions of the sale, and she agreed to sell us two peaches for $2.
they *were* good peaches...




