The farmer's market is a sh!t show of gargantuan proportions. If I weren't so addicted to Bushel & Peck's pickled beets I'd never go back. It's gotten to the point that I think driving to Beloit to get the damned beets would be a better option than going to the farmer's market.
What I really need is a pickled beet runner. Watch for my gofundme campaign.