I just had a delicious, super-juicy, sweet, tree-ripened nectarine grown on a family farm located 5 towns away from where I live for lunch AND YOU DID NOT!

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Of course, I don't actually remember buying delicious, super-juicy, sweet, tree-ripened nectarines, but I did. Five of them in fact. Along with the 6 delicious, super-juicy, sweet, tree-ripened Italian plumbs that came from the same family farm.

Yet, when I opened the refrigerator last night (after spending the day sleeping off my flu shot...and apparently cleaning the bathroom...don't ask) there was a tupperware bowl piled high with this fruit.

Since I don't think the Farmers' Market Fairies came to my house and gifted me with fresh locally-grown fruit, fresh cherry tomatoes, fresh regional cheese, and fresh locally farm-baked bread, I can only conclude that I bought these things.

See, here's the thing: I remember going to the Farmers' Market because it's held in the parking lot of my bank (and I had to go to the bank before I crawled home and died from the flu shot). I remember walking over to the stall selling the bread products because I had promised a friend's MiL that I'd check for a certain kind of molasses bread that she wanted and that I'd get it for her for the next brunch.

I remember they didn't have it, so I picked up a cinnamon raisin bread as a substitute (and a sourdough loaf for moi) and then I thought I walked straight back to my car.

Apparently not. I apparently picked up nectarines and Italian plums and cherry tomatoes and three different kinds of Gouda cheese on the way back to the car. I then put the loaves of bread on the kitchen counter (both loaves are now in my freezer because no preservatives equals something that'll look like a fuzzy pet in less that 4 days) and apparently put my reusable shopping bag full o' fruit in the fridge without even opening it.

You can imagine my surprise when I found it in my fridge last night, right?

While the mystery is a bit beyond me at the moment (You think it could've been Farmers' Market Fairies? I think it could be Farmers' Market Fairies...) I still have to say:

I just had a delicious, super-juicy, sweet, tree-ripened nectarine grown on a family farm located 5 towns away from where I live for lunch AND YOU DID NOT!

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