Hi.
I’m the girl who made your bus ride home smell of peaches.
If you got closer, you’d note I also smelled of strawberries.
I’m the girl who’s trying not to let her new commute eat her soul or her farmers’ market produce.
If you could hear me, I’m now slurping a therapeutic smooshed strawberry smoothie.
I’m the girl who’s bringing squish proof produce containers to the next OHSU farmers’ market.
If you could see me at my bus stop tomorrow, you’d see a mason jar of smeared peaches and cottage cheese grasped in my not quite awake hand.
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I’m the girl whose lunch usually explodes out of her bag in some important meeting or during the tube ride to work. commutes can be killer for delicious food.
Mmmm…this makes me want fruit so badly! I wish I had a closer farmers’ market!
I feel your pain. I commute by car (bad me), but I am always looking for tip proof and bruise proof ways of carrying my peaches to work.
Even smooshed fruit is better than no fruit!
I seriously need to get my arse to the farm market!
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