Sunday, July 18th:

- bag of button mushrooms
- sourdough bread
- massive bag of grape tomatoes
- green leaf lettuce
- three nectarines
- a gold bar squash
- a zucchini
- two jalapeños
- additional hot peppers of unknown origin
- broccoli
- two heads garlic
- two yellow onions, one red
- pint of strawberries
- bunch of green onions
- bag of green beans
- half a dozen brown eggs
- two early green peppers
- two Asian eggplants
- a bunch of radishes
- and a huge 50-piece bag of vegetarian dumplings.

Sunday, July 25th:

- three pints of strawberries for $5
- a smaller but still good-sized bag of grape tomatoes
- a bag of yukon old potatoes
- red chard
- more broccoli
- another bunch of green onions
- a cauliflower
- two yellow onions
- four mixed bell peppers
- a tiny cantaloupe
- another zucchini
- two more jalapeños
- five nectarines (yellow and white)
- and a pint of bing cherry juice, which, though it cannot take the place of our beloved tart cherry stomp, is also awesome.

Sunday, August 1st:

- yet another bag of grape tomatoes
- and another two yellow onions
- and another two bell peppers
- and another bunch of green onions
- three pints of blackberries for $3
- half a dozen brown eggs
- six more nectarines
- a couple hot peppers
- a bunch of parsley
- an Asian eggplant
- a single, lonesome carrot
- and a big bag of yellow sweet-hot peppers and baby zucchini from the seconds table at 60 cents a pound.

Notes:

- Notice how my haul decreases in size from week to week. In practical terms, this means both that I'm getting better at managing the extremely exciting menu of available food every week and that our stockpile of staples is growing and stabilizing.
- I apparently really like eating the same thing over and over. I've eaten so many bags of those grape tomatoes. We already have a very productive cherry tomato plant--but still. I clearly need to get a grape tomato plant in addition next year. Also: nectarines. If I could grow a fruiting nectarine tree in a big pot on our balcony, I would be so happy.
- My pricing and bargain-hunting abilities are also getting substantially better as I get to know this market. In Brooklyn, I couldn't go too late to the market, since there would be no bread; here, I can show up at 12:45, fifteen minutes before closing, and there will still be abundant selection--and yet everyone has suddenly dropped their prices and started giving out freebies. For instance, those heirloom tomatoes up at the top? I got to the booth just as the kid working switched their price to $1 a pound. And what were those baby zucchini doing in the seconds bin? That is insane!
- In conclusion, I really like the farmer's market.