A Moment Please

Our ward just got split.  We only moved in four months ago - then it split.  For some reason there are more inactives than actives in this new boundary.  No big - except that each sister now has to visit teach five gals each month.  Still no big - except that visiting teaching is not just accomplished in an afternoon.  It is like a month-long adventure, then it starts all over again.

Anyhoo, my companion and I went visiting teaching today.  I packed a lunch.  It was necessary.  On our way to the third visit, my companion said, "I hope Marian is finished with the vegetables."  I pretended like I knew exactly what she was talking about.

We arrived at Marian's and I nearly died.  Marian runs a Farmer's Market out of her gigantic, fabulous two-story garage/store house in her back alleyway.  Every Friday.  She takes orders on her website.  She charges wholesale prices.  She goes down to Dallas Farmer's Market every Friday morning at 4:30am to get first pick of all the beautiful fruits and vegetables.  We're talking restaurant quality.

Now go with me for a moment to spud harvest days.  Remember all those 2 inch potatoes that were unacceptable and were either thrown away or used for seed later?  That's what we have in our grocery stores here in Texas.  All of them.  I haven't eaten a good potato really since leaving Idaho.

Marian had real Idaho bakers - for cheap.  I bought them and a pineapple.  And some mushrooms and some corn.  I bought clementines and strawberries.

We had baked potatoes for dinner and I believe there were tears of joy.  A moment of silence please.  For Marian and Marian's potatoes.  Marian, you are my new bff.  For reals.

Amen.