As I recently mentioned, both Tom and Glenn grow huge gardens every year. And they share, which we like. We happened to be in Twin the weekend before school started (you know, we like to grace our parents with our presence every so often) and we helped ourselves to two large boxes of fresh produce. One from each house.



Tom is really proud of the height of this corn. Anyway, we came home with quite a spread. Red potatoes, yukon potatoes, zucchini, peaches, peppers, cucumbers, eggplant, red onions, yellow onions, cherry tomatoes, roma tomatoes, heirloom tomatoes, corn, and rhubarb. Hooked up!



It's like going to the Farmer's Market without the crowds or the assholes who always bring their dog even though there are very large sandwich boards that clearly state, "don't bring your fucking dog to piss in a place where food products are being prepared and sold!" Or something like that.

Obviously, neither the Boise Farmer's Market nor dogs are my favorite things. Thank God we have dads from pet-free homes who have continued to supply us with free food well into our thirties.