April 5th, 2008

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If you are of the dirty rotten hippie tribe in Greensboro, eventually you wil end up running into everyone you know at the curb farmer's market. Today is was the ESL teacher for the class I'm volunteering for, who was vending. He gave me some pea greens, which are small greens that, well, taste like peas, which rocks, because I love the taste of peas, but have texture issues with them. They tasted very green, and like spring.