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.