Heidi's phone buzzed at 10 am. "Lauren wants to know if we're going to the farmers market," she reported. It's an informal Sunday morning tradition for the three of us to walk up there with the dogs and get our fruit, veggies, and eggs for the week.
I sighed. "I'm tempted, but I have so much school stuff to do. I also have bread in the oven, so I wouldn't even be able to go for another half hour."
Reluctantly, I decided to pass. "Will you ask her to pick up some spinach for us, if she goes?" I requested.
The response was quick. "LOL! I was going to ask you the same-- I'm too busy too!" She added that she might be able to talk her fiance, AJ, into going, but she wasn't hopeful.
About an hour later the doorbell rang and when I answered, AJ stood there with a big bag spinach. "Thanks!" I told him. "Hang on a sec-- I have a loaf of bread for you and Lauren."
A minute later, I handed over the still-warm sourdough boule. "How much do I owe you for the spinach?" I asked.
"Just the bread," he answered. "Gotta love our barter economy! Who needs cash around here?"
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