My latest farmers’ market haul—potatoes, peaches, peanut sauce, pasta, and lots of things that didn’t begin with ‘p”—brought the weight of my backpack to 17.2 pounds, which is a lot when you’re walking half a mile and the pack is funky. I don’t know what on Earth possessed me to buy, at considerable expense, a pound of freshly made stinging nettle raviolis. I’m scared to eat them, having been wounded and traumatized by these same […]
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