Ramps! The Farmers Market at Union Square

“Ramps!” the farmer shouted from his stand as we approached. “What did that guy just call us?” asked my NYC bestie with a look of horror in her eyes. “Ramps, and don’t worry he’s not referring to us, he’s talking about that giant stack of wild leeks.” “Wild what?” she said. It’s Bestie Reunion Weekend in NYC and … Continue reading

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