Early risers headed to the Minneapolis Farmer's Market this morning in search of the perfect rhubarb for Kathleen's annual Jam Fest. Daughter Marcelline has a weekend job there with a food and coffee company, so we had added incentive for this adventure. 
We inspected all sorts of fruit, vegetables and flowers and walked the souvenir aisles that reminded us of the State Fair. It smelled like the State Fair too. Did you know that you can get a ShamWow and mini-donuts at the Farmer's Market? Versace knock-offs? Tie-dyed tee shirts? Slinkies? Leather purses? But no sign of Little Orvy, that famous refrigerated dead State Fair whale.
Stan was quickly drawn to the corn, his natural associate.
Meanwhile, after selecting some crispy organic rhubarb from a helpful Hmong farmer, Kathleen chose a big carmel roll to share with hubby, who by now was on his second cup of regular, black.We invited ourselves to a picnic table occupied by three young ladies, one from Iowa. We discussed Des Moines, butter sculpting and the difference between Holsteins and Guernseys.
Then a couple of Litchfield high school sweethearts, Josh and Mindy, sat down, now married for six years. She struggled with an unruly fish taco while he expertly folded and devoured the breakfast burrito wrap purchased over at Marcy's stand. Tipped by his Cobber sweatshirt and Soli Deo Gloria ring, we learned he was a baritone in the Concordia College Choir, circa 2001. Meanwhile, Mindy went to journalism school at the University of Minnesota and learned to edit video, so Stan could trade stories from both of his Alma Maters. We assumed they have no kids. Otherwise, how could they be running free on a Saturday morning? Right, Ford and Jenn? Erik? Shana?
We met Marcy's boss too. Friendly Delano lad. The name of the company is Untiedt. Huh? It was easiest for Marcy to just show us the name on a bag of their coffee.
