I have been remiss: I should have posted a big congratulations to Jenny on finishing her first marathon a week ago in New York. Her write-up is funny, and thanks to her I’ve now got “No Sleep Till Brooklyn” stuck in my head.
…every single last nasty thing I said about the Arlington vicinity and our grocery options. No, Stop’n’Shop(’n’Hop’n’Pop) didn’t suddenly become more attractive. We finally visited Wilson Farms. A farm stand that shops more like a Whole Foods, on acres of actual farm land just off Mass Ave in Lexington (who knew?).
We were encouraged when we saw baskets of chestnuts, thrilled to find two local apple varieties we’d never seen before, encouraged by the general look and feel of the produce, and surprised to note the presence of packages of chicken fat for sale in the freezer. Then we checked out the meat department. Holy cow. When was the last time your supermarket differentiated between fryers, broilers, roasters, and stewing fowl? To say nothing of the duck, the steaks…
Needless to say we’ll be returning. Thanks to Jenny Brown for the tip.