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today was nice. i got up after 9am, didn't entirely feel like crap (bit of disgusting morning breath, but it passed), had tits and ass (takeaway) breakfast down at the uni - a delicious swiss cheese, mushroom and sundried tomato roll with an iced coffee on the side, then went over to the farmers markets. the markets were full of unusual and delicious vegetable varieties, meaning peter and i could pick up some nice things for lunch. the best thing about the markets though, has to be the growers themselves. there's one guy down there, yuri, who wanders around near his stall, dressed in a big drizabone like coat, using a small knife to cut pieces off fruit he's grown for you to try it. he always gives you a nice description of what it is too, and why he bothers to grow it. today, we got given apple, a japanese variety of apple that i now no longer remember the name of (despite having bought some) and he described it as being both sweet and sour. he was right, the apples were a good mixture of both of these things. i noticed that the apples flesh bruised easily while we ate them, and remembered that another time we were there he had said that he grew many fruits that he thought were beautiful varieties, but that had been largely bred out or forgotten over time because they bruised easily and so could not be transported well. good transport and shelf life meant that less delicious fruits were bought up big and preferred by big companies who wanted to ship them everywhere. i find that eating locally grown food excites me. i feel like you're getting something special and unique, something that somebody has grown that nobody else around does, for reasons of climate or passion or whatever. it reminds you that someone has made an effort, and that the produce that you are buying, that somebody grew that. somebody made the effort to ensure it exists.