Busted

I stopped by the West Barnet general store this evening to satisfy my sweet tooth. On the steps outside was the dairy farmer who rents some of our land, eating a snack and talking to someone else. He knows all about our vegetable plans, and he and I have actually had to work together on several occasions to coordinate our farm plan needs. He is not an organic dairy farmer, so I think he thinks some of the organic restrictions I have to work with are a little overkill.

Anyway, I said "Hi" to him on the way in, and as I am walking out of the store he says in this thick northern New England accent, "That Kit Kat don't look too organic to me." It was pretty funny.