Tuesday morning. Early. Still slightly drunk from DNC-watching-Monday-night-wine-drinking. The clock says 5:15. Boo. I try to go back to bed. Slowly drifting back to sleep after downing a glass of water when the light on my porch turns on and I hear someone/thing on my porch.
I immediately go Mrs. Brady on my husband and try to wake him up.
Kirs: **forced whisper** Alex!
Alex: Grumphshushnmf
Kirs: **pushing him now** Alex!
Alex: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Then, the doorbell rings. What the fuck? Robbers/rapists/murderers don't ring the doorbell! I wait a few minutes and then I hear a bicycle taking off down the road. Oh! Duh. My delivery is here!
Thursday I had placed an online order with In Season. They promise my goodies will be on my porch, lovingly hand delivered via bicycle courier, before 7:30 in the morning. I go out and grab my bag of goodies. Fresh blueberries, raspberries, heirloom tomatoes, fingerling potatoes, fresh pasta and a hunk of locally made cheddar. Fabulous. Sure beats finding a serial killer on your porch at 5:30 in the a.m.
The important details if you are lucky enough to live in their delivery zone (JP, Brookline, Somerville and Camridge. Suck it, Boston!): Place your order online before Friday night. Select from a small, but nice, selection of fruits, veggies, cheese, dairy, fresh pasta and even meat. Wake up on Tuesday morning with something to look forward to.
It's all locally grown and made products. And delivered by bicycle. What a nice and easy way to lower your carbon footprint. read more