I have been taking my compost to the Union Square farmer's market 3 days a week before work, at first I was a little apprehensive about a) waking up so much earlier and b) spending 30 minutes plus on a crowded train with a smelly bag of rotting vegetables, but I quickly got over my reservations and have settled into a nice little ritual with it all. I really enjoy being at the farmer's market close to opening time-- it seems extra fresh and plentiful. I am NOT a creature of habit, but somehow these early morning farmer's market runs are an exception, because after dropping off my compost I almost always go over to Joes (on 13th) for a little cappuccino and occasionally a cranberry banana muffin. On the way, directly opposite the farmer's market is a vegetable stand with boxes of vegetables freshly shipped from China and Chile and New Zealand. And there's always a line! People swarming around to buy this or that, straight from the box. Every time I see it I wonder why why why would you buy produce from a box that traveled thousands of miles when there is so much beautiful freshness right across the street. It makes me sad.