Calling it the “farmy marky”

I am not exactly proud of my tendency for cutesy language, but at this point I’ve embraced it. Sunday morning farmy marky is my favorite thing even though I literally always crash the next day. But at least I have my zucchini, even if I’m too tired to cook it. Thank you @JV for emboldening me with your shaow shaow rec.

(Tomatoes are Halal Pastures at the Park Slope farmy marky)