In my last post on the produce stand at The Forks, I mentioned that I didn’t think they should be displaying mushy mangoes, shrunken kiwis, and/or Kraft Dinner above local tomatoes. Then I received a bunch of comments, some of which were too zesty to publish, calling me all sorts of things that kinda hurt my feelings.
I spent I while working on writing stinging rebuffs, but the process was damaging to my karma. Eventually, I decided to just publish these photos, say “Thank You”, take a small amount of credit even if I don’t deserve it, and move on.
Pardon the blurry/overexposed photos, I was on the move.
You see, it appears someone is not only listening, but open to change. I revisited Casa Bella yesterday, fearful that I would be recognized and pelted with a dessicated tropical fruit, but it would appear that the problems I highlighted last week were, ahem, solved. In fact, all that produce was looking at least as pert as at the grocery store, and there were some great looking local lima beans. Nary an overripe mango, kiwi, or banana in sight.
And when the produce I see gets me thinking ‘dinner’, I start appreciating all the other vendors at The Forks even more. Suddenly the cinnamon buns from Tall Grass Prairie Bakery smell irresistible, and the local pickles from Grass Roots Prairie Kitchen bring back fond memories of my grandmother’s pantry. I am torn on a snack: a dosa from A Taste of Sri Lanka, a roti from Bindy’s, a hot dog from Skinner’s, or perogies from Yudyta’s?
Or should I just grab some sparkling wine from Fenton’s, go home and sit in the gazebo with my wonderful husband, and raise a toast to that lowly rutabaga who started it all?