DigBoston's Post-Grad Pre-Dad columnist makes a pilgrimage to his very first Boston farmers market. He seems to have had locavores confused with the opening scenes from Aladdin: "I understand that local farmers use fewer pesticides, chemicals, and Nair, but I feared these markets because I envisioned a sandy bazaar full of bearded men harassing me into buying their dowry goats and cure-all miracle potions." [DigBoston]
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