I got up very early this morning for the opening of the St. Paul Farmers Market. I was disappointed because there were only frozen meats, cheese and bedding plants. No Hmong ladies selling mustard greens or baby bok choy. I guess it's just too cold.
I then drove over to the Minneapolis Farmers Market. More activity, with a few more things like bakery goods, California fruits and vegetables, teas, and clothing. One lady had fresh herbs.
Then I decided to drive out to Maple Grove to participate in the Krispy Kreme opening phenomena. Police were directing traffic and said I would have an hour and a half wait if I chose to drive up - 45 minutes if I got out of my car and got into line.
45 minutes later, I ordered 1 KK Original, one glazed sour cream, and one glazed crueller.
The original was warm. It was cloyingly sweet and when you bit it, it stayed there. No resistance, no spring, no buoyancy. If you squeezed it into a ball, it would just remain a ball. How awful. Just as I remembered back in Augusta, Georgia, during the '70's. There were always boxes of KK in the teacher's lounge.
The other two doughnuts were cold, greasy and tasteless. The sour cream one seemed a day old.
I went back to the St. Paul Farmers Market to see if there was a little more activity. Doughnuts and coffee were out, a few more people and a couple more stands. But nothing to lure me out of my car. I drove on.
My Saturday morning adventure.