I, cheapskate

The Dane County Farmer’s Market is a lovely place if you ignore the fact that you are forced, like a cow, to move at the same slow pace counterclockwise around the Capitol as everyone else, and you are cursed if you remember that the cheapest arugula is actually three stands behind you, meaning that you will pay three times as much to avoid attempting to buck the flow of strollers.

Finally a deal: elephant garlic, reduced because of its less-than-elephantine size. The heirloom garlic dealer, however, informed me that it's not true garlic, but a cross between onion and garlic. As soon as I cross that poverty line again: true garlic.

Finally a deal: elephant garlic, reduced because of its less-than-elephantine size. The heirloom garlic dealer, however, informed me that it's not true garlic, but a cross between onion and garlic. As soon as I cross that poverty line again, it's true garlic for me.

My only complaint is that all the garlic is extremely high quality. It’s all those gorgeous compact little hardnecks — with a commensurate price. If I didn’t know the cheapskate’s Mecca, the Asian Midway Market, were around the corner, I’d cry at the thought of having to limit myself to one clove of garlic a day.

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