The farmer's market

I don't make it to the Farmer's Market every Saturday, even though it's only about three blocks from my apartment.  In the meantime, I try to convince myself that tomatoes and other vegetables really aren't that different if bought in the grocery store instead of from the farmers.  I tell myself that, but I know it isn't true.  Today I did shop at the market and the tomatoes I bought taste like real tomatoes, and the corn on the cob was so good. I also bought a special treat, which I didn't need at all, but the sample was yummy.  The label says Organic Blubarb Jam.  It also says in small print that it was made in an uninspected kitchen.  I decided to risk it anyway and it is delicious.  It's a blend of blueberries and rhubarb with a little sugar and lemon juice.  The flavor is tart and sweet and the jam is scrumptious spread on salty crackers.  I know this because Saltines happen to be the only spread-on-able edible I have on hand.  I was tempted to just eat it by the spoonful, but I controlled myself.  Hummm, I do believe it's time  for a bedtime snack.