My kids were literally jumping with excitement. And to be honest, I was pretty stoked, too. Farmer's market season had finally rolled around, and we were kicking it off by having breakfast at the market before doing our shopping. After months of dreary, off-season and inferior produce, we were at last surrounded by an abundance of fresh, in-season, delicious vegetables. The asparagus alone was making me do a happy dance (This is not as weird as it sounds. Fresh, locally-grown asparagus is so much better than what you buy in the store. It's like a completely different vegetable). I couldn't wait to nurture my body with pesticide-free, sugar-free fresh whole foods. Standing in line to order breakfast, I thought about how nice it would be to start my day with the food I'd been longing for since last fall, when the market closed for the season. When I got to the front, I scanned the menu taped to the table. As is natural for a vegetarian, I automatically filtered my options down to the meat-free ones. Dismay hit me as I realized my only option was...a cinnamon roll. I reluctantly ordered one for myself, and of course my kids all wanted one, too. The boys and I found a seat, and my husband brought us our food. As I settled down to eat my sugary cinnamon roll made with white flour, out of a styrofoam container, I wondered if the vendor was even aware of the irony of what she had just served us.
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