I felt it best not to take photos, but there is a photo of my pants during the battle over on Google+
It all started when I popped over at the very small (like five booths) farmers market outside the Sears Tower (it will NEVER be Willis Tower) after an appointment this morning. The idea of farm fresh raspberries, plums and peaches were too much to pass up. I pulled out my handy tote bag that folds up into its self and told the guy I didn’t need a bag. The plums and raspberries were placed into the bag in their little green containers. I added a cucumber and then went to the peach guy. He had little wooden containers, but I took the peaches out and left it for him to reuse. I then ran across the street to Panera Bread. Once I was seated with my bagel and coffee I started to rearrange everything in my messenger bag, that’s when I saw the beginning of the battle. The tote bag was dripping with the blood of raspberries. I ran to the counter and asked for some plastic bags. They gave me two. I started pulling out the heavy fruit, stuck my hand in one bag and started scooping up the raspberry survivors as well as the dead and wounded, turning the bag inside out to contain them all. Once I had the raspberry puree (the kind you find in a second hand store) bagged up I placed everything back in the tote bag and put the tote in the other plastic bag I was given. I thought at best I could make some raspberry vinaigrette out of it, maybe a small smoothie.
Alas, upon arrival home I discovered the raspberry bag had a leak and oozed everywhere. Three of the peaches were severely wounded in battle, one plum was mortally wounded. The cucumber came out covered in raspberry guts but uninjured. It’s all very sad, but I’ve learned a valuable lesson about my responsibility to ensure the safety of all raspberries in the future.
