Produce Pal Pillows

Farmers' Market. Farmer says: 'Get off my land!'

Are the tomatoes bioengineered locally. Produce.

"I love this place—its food, its ambience, and its political goals."

Apples for sale

"It get it – you're hungry."

Don't mind us. We're just trying to eat more locally grown food.

Happy Surrogate Thanksgiving

"Oh, no - not another farmer's market!"

'Dropped your pork chop? Kiss it good-bye.'

Berries, Roots, Tubers, Stems, Leaves.

'Ugh, I hate food with preservatives.'

'Wow, are all these desserts for here, or are you going to stuff your faces in the privacy of your own home?'

"I'm going to prepare a special dish for Thanksgiving dinner."

"You had me at alternative milk."

Despite Having Given Up His Veterinary Practice George liked To Keep His Hand In...

Wow, I don't know why we don't sit down like this more often!

Produce Market. Lots of things are going on with the produce. The tomatoes, as usual, are having a fruit or veggie identity crisis. Though it makes no sense, the apples and oranges are constantly comparing themselves to one another. The plums are happy. Any assignment or position that comes their way is always the best. That potatoes want couches, of course. And the bananas think they should run the market government. Sure, a banana republic!

Grocery Shopping

"I've had 720 children. I hope they're all doing well."

'Let's go to the Horticultural Show and taste the exotic flowers...'

"OK, hands up who’s vegan... lactose intolerant... peanut allergies..."

"Summer's here. Do you want to start talking incessantly about tomatoes or corn?"

'I'm sorry, but the position of Contentment Provider has been filled.'

Man on Stilts in a Market

'You're eating too much roughage.'

'It's all local, except for the fish. They're from the ocean.'

"Hundreds of eggs a year, and I've never seen a vet. The Mare has one foal, and it's the Mayo Clinic."

She'd decided to apply for a species change...

'If you want produce grown on the farm down the road you'll have to go to Kuala Lumpur.'

When Cows Discovered Mowers

Persian

'It's a feisty little potato of Scottish origins, with a reddish complexion, whiskery appearance, waxy character and slight tendency to small mischief; spring-sown into well-drained soil on the south of the Island it has been hand-reared by. . .'

'This is my wife Hilda, who is quite a tomato herself!'

Illuminating agricultural production

"I'll repeat the question! Does this axe belong to you?"