I love going to the Minneapolis Farmers Market every year. It’s a chance to enjoy MN grown fruits and veggies when they’re actually in season.
Fresh sweet corn? C’mon! Strawberries? Don’t even get me started.
I love it.
Actually, totally. Except one thing.
The cold brew-carrying, donut-as-big-as-your-head-wielding, not-actually-buying-anything-but-still-getting-in-my-way hipsters loping their lazy Millennial legs all over the market while I’m trying to actually pick and chose my week’s produce are beyond frustrating.
And I know I’m not alone.
Have a listen to our conversation from earlier today and let me know if I’m onto something or totally off base.