Yesterday I slept late-ish. Albert had to work in the morning and stopped by the farmer's market. He returned with bread from a different local bread person, and a bag of awesome sugar cookies. He then made us egg sandwiches with the new bread and the local eggs. We normally buy cage-free eggs for $2, and these eggs cost $3.25. People swear there is a huge taste difference between fresh, local eggs and eggs raised a million miles away, but I really can't tell. I can, however, tell a huge difference with fresh bread versus store-bought bread (which just so happen to cost about the same amount).

I took the train to my friends' baby's birthday party and on the way back, stopped at Sue's Produce. I got local mozzarella and local mushrooms. I also grabbed a few peppers which were not specifically marked as imported, but I am guessing were not local since I have not seen any peppers at any local farmers' markets. (No, I don't know what's in season when. I don't know how anyone who doesn't garden keeps it all straight since our grocery stores provide the illusion that everything is fresh and available, all the time.)

We ended up walking to our friend's house (about 5,000 steps — pedometers are dorky but addictive!) where we consumed a delicious and mostly local meal: veggie burgers on Metropolitan Bakery bread; farmers' market tomatoes in a delicious tomato salad with home-grown basil; local goat cheese from Sue's produce; and farmers' market strawberries and rhubarb in a strawberry-rhubarb crumble. We took the El back home, did some more reading and fell asleep.