- do not visit farmers' market just prior to dental appointment
Do you even know how many samples of market delectables I had to turn down because I didn't want to show up at the dentist with food in my teeth? Broke my heart to say no thanks to the tapenade and the berry pie.
I'm thrilled that we now have a farmer's market close to our hood. Based on the way we scarfed down the lamb sausage, hearty rolls, beet salad, and organic salad fixings at supper tonight, I have a feeling I am going to become a regular fixture haunting those aisles.
One of the vendors was selling the most beautiful eggplants I have ever laid eyes upon. I bought one just for the incredible feeling of stroking its smooth firm purple skin. I was gentle as a new lover with that beauty today, but tomorrow night at this time, it's going to be residing in my belly.
I don't know what kind of radio station they play at my dentist's office, but while I had my mouth stretched open wide I heard Walk On The Wild Side, immediately followed by High School Confidential. And then they ruined it by playing Avril Lavigne.
When my dentist asked me where I was working these days, I told him that I am still writing freelance. He took a step back, obviously impressed: You're writing for The Lancet?
I wish! Hey Lancet, call me; I'm cheap!