It's time I admit
That the Pennsylvania Dutch Market has made me its bitch. Today I bought rolls, apple-caramel-walnut pie, blackberry pie, pulled pork BBQ, and crack chicken pot pie. Do I need any of this? No. I cook every day. But I know if I go more than a week without something from their deli, I'll get the shakes. I'll contemplate taking a Greyhound up to PA just to harass nice folk in plainclothes and horse buggies for their baked goods. It's not right. It's not fair. And it's not changing any time soon, either. ;-p