So you can imagine the fear that gripped me when those images of the Farmers' Market submerged under Lake Splashville started showing up on the teevee on this weekend. I was already feeling guilty that I hadn't shown up on Saturday (we started pre-gaming the Derby really, really early), but the prospect of missing out on peak-season veggies and the Schrock family's next round of free range chickens had me in tears. Also, I'm out of red beans and I only have one piece of ham hock left. It was the disastrous cherry on top of the bullshit-sundae that is watching the city you love up to its eyeballs in trouble.
But the Farmers' Market is back this Saturday!
Hallelujah! I was over there yesterday and there was a phalanx of volunteers cleaning up the outside sheds, the parking lot and the surrounding grounds, and it looks like they'll have everything ready to go in time for Saturday. (My trash collecting score: three empty half-pint bottles of gin, two empty pint bottles of vodka, a pair of ear plugs, a capped hypodermic needle and an unopened, mud-caked bag of beef jerky. Don't tell me this town doesn't know how to party.) As far as vendors go, it looks like most folks are going to be there. I've personally received confirmation from Dozen and Walnut Hills will be there, which means the two main food groups — cookies and brisket — are covered. Phew, I was worried for a second.
When I left yesterday, the market house was still a mess and awaiting a proper, professional cleaning, but hopefully things will be back on track soon. It better, because I'm only a punch or two away from filling up my Frequent 'Baller card with Fleur De Lis and I could really use a sno-ball. In fact, I think the whole city could use a sno-ball. We deserve it — it's been a tough week. Anyway, the market will be open on Saturday: Tell all your friends, buy a lot of food and be prepared to wrestle if you get to the hanger steaks before I do. Seriously, I WILL wrestle for hanger steaks.