Roommate Claude believes that nothing tastes better post-work out than coconut water. My grandfather used to have coconut trees in his backyard and would offer us fresh coconuts when we visited. Still, I find Claude's claim preposterous. Coconut water is gross. Nothing tastes better post-work out than a biscuit with gravy.
Forget the farmer's market donuts, the smoked meats, and the jerk fish. I have a new favorite stand: the biscuit people (blacksauce kitchen). I arrived too late (11am) for the brisket sandwich and the rosemary biscuits, but the mushroom gravy was a great substitute. And the people who ran the stand so friendly. I was so excited for the biscuit, I didn't even hang around the rest of the market. I ran home*, only stopping along the way to chat with a stranger waiting at a bus shelter about how good the biscuit is.
Farmer's market under a bridge, biscuit, and talking to strangers-- this sure isn't the South End anymore, and I can't wait for next Sunday.
*Let's not kid ourselves, I walked home at a comfortable pace.
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