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“What the…are those supposed to be RISTRAS?!”

“Yep.”

“But what’s all that stuff in…is that GARLIC? And LAVENDER?”

“Probably.”

“Oh, that’s just…just…WRONG.”

“Yeah. But I love ‘em. They’re WAY prettier than those boring all-red ones. Still wouldn’t hang one on my porch, though.”

“Hater.”

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“Why, yes. Twenty-six dollars for a pound of salmon is totally reasonable. Here’s your mustard.”

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This stand at Pike’s Place caught my eye as a kind of miniature veggie societal struggle: the asparagus all bound and neat, the mushrooms quiet and uniform, and then these tomatoes, screaming, ‘Squish you and your expectations of round, perfect bodies! We’re lumpy, we’re bi-colored and we’re PROUD!’