Tuesday, June 12, 2012
The Ticklepenny women will only be selling at the Farmers Market. I also saw Trish the pie lady, to say hello, but did not buy a pie. (I was walking...but there were mini-pies, but I thought I should support the new Ticklepenny ladies. Anyhoo...I will get a pie from Trish another day.) Sweet brief conversation with the man buying a strawberry rhubarb pie, the kind his wife used to make, but "she's no longer with us." He was tempted to buy a mini sour cream apple pie, a snack for the ride home, but, in the scheme of things, it was too expensive. The giant strawberry rhubarb pie was a better bargain. With added nostalgia.
The greens woman said, "We're not certified organic, because I don't like the organic chemicals and the $1500 fee. Chemicals are chemicals. We don't put anything on them." Just like me. So I washed them, and we ate them. The greens, chemical-free.
They don't touch the balsam, though. So, for next year, and every year after, since they are sturdy perennials, balsam it is.