Buffalove

My computer ate my blog post. Really, I had typed up a fascinating account yesterday of how I shook Lady Obama’s hand last Thursday at the opening of the new White House farmers market. I remarked that red carpets and farmers markets are rather odd bedfellows. I described how Michelle touted this initiative as not only opening a new consumer base for regional farmers but as a way for the government to take care of its employees. Then I became militant and demanded that all employers take proper care of their employees, because it is nice and respectful and because it is a good management decision. I subsequently realized that I was beginning to sound like Joel Salatin of Polyface Farms in VA, probably due to the fact that I’m knee-deep in his book “Everything I Want To Do is Illegal.” Then I compared Joel, in his radical but weirdly relatable ways, to Ted Nugent. It was quite a post. I hit publish and all was lost. So that’s the recap, here are the pictures:

The line-up: Mayor Fenty, Michelle ma belle, Ag Sec Tom Vilsack, other local local foods luminaries

Eat your arugula!

Bino-envy

Why Buffalove?  Well I was just about to thoroughly enjoy the piece-by-piece decimation of my MacDinosaur via the In-Sink-Erator when I realized it was nearly 4 and so instead I raced to McFadden’s to eat hot wings, drink a bucket of Labatt’s, and, amongst a mass gathering of Upstaters, watch the Bills……………WIN! I forgot all about my shitty laptop and went home and roasted the duck I bought earlier that day at the Dupont F.M. along with some winter squash and blue potatoes. I chopped off the tip of my left ring finger in the process but not even that got me down. The Bills make me wanna shout!