I wish I were the type of person to wake up early on a Saturday and spend my morning perusing and selecting summer fruit at the farmers market. But it’s time for radical self acceptance: That’s more wishful thinking than reality. I’m often not quick enough to snatch my favorite berries or peaches straight from the farmstand, and shelling out for some about-to-mold fruit at the local grocer doesn’t seem like a smart alternative.
Conversely, an abundance of fruit also poses quandaries. One of my favorite summer activities is going to u-pick fruit; sometimes I make it to Sauvie Island during the Hood strawberry sweet spot, and sometimes
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