Here’s the problem with shopping at a farmer’s market: I don’t have that kind of patience. Every Sunday, there’s this farmer’s market about seven steps from my apartment, and I go there every Sunday with the best of intentions, and make this loop around the whole thing. And NEVER buy ANYTHING. Because I’d have to make five different stops and have five different conversations and get my wallet out five different times to get what I want. So every Sunday I just give up and go to the supermarket, where I can find pineapple and marzipan and vinegar and pay with a credit card and not have any conversations at all.