Stalking the collards man

I saw him out of the corner of my eye today, driving a pickup truck piled high with collards. I know his haunts and I followed him until he parked.

So it was that I parted with three dollars and he parted with three luscious pounds of greens, piling them up in a paper sack while his beautiful white dog made friends with me.

It is so much more fun to shop for one's comestibles this way, instead of in some stark and soul less monster market.

Spring and summer will bring many more such opportunities, and one can buy everything from mushrooms to honey.

The pot is bubbling and boiling now, with a tasty pork knuckle tossed in for seasoning.