Sorry.

You’re killing the farmers with your cute blog posts about buying individual fresh figs at the Greenmarket. Just so we’re clear.

I blame the immortal genius of Ted Hughes:

“I was walking / Sore-footed, under hot sun, hot pavements. / Was it then I bought a peach? That’s as I remember. / From a stall near Charing Cross Station. / It was the first fresh peach I had ever tasted. / I could hardly believe how delicious. / At twenty-five I was dumbfounded afresh / By my ignorance of the simplest things.”