Market day! You know you're in good with the wild mushroom woman when she throws a couple extra fat chanterelles in your bag. (I đź–¤ the mushroom woman. She's French Canadian w/ a mess of grey & purple hair, & looks exactly like you'd expect a woman who lives in the woods gathering mushrooms to look.)
Also shopping for Thanksgiving next weekend, which is why I now have 4 dozen eggs. 1 dozen are for ice cream.
Damn, I love living here.