Order pickup

The reason people drive out to 72nd. Ripe, heavy, and still warm from the field.

Red and gold mix. Eat them out of the pint on the way home.

Crisp, thin-skinned, picked the morning of. Three dollars, as posted.

Snappy beans. Teresa has been listing them on Facebook all week.

A little left, she said. Grab it if you fry or pickle.

Crookneck, tender, the kind you sauté with a little onion.

Dark green, not baseball-bat size. Still on the table this week.

Bell mix from the same rows as the hot ones. Color for the skillet.

Jalapeño and cayenne heat. A little goes a long way in salsa.

On occasion, when the patch is ready. Ask before you count on a dozen.

On occasion. Perfume-ripe when she has them. Worth the text.

Pothos, spider plant, snake plant and whatever is looking good on the bench.

Starts for your own patch. Best in spring; leftover pots when she has them.

Sweet and hot. Same stock she sets out at the market in planting season.

Color for the porch — petunias, marigolds, and seasonal flats.

Zinnias and whatever is blooming. A bucket on the porch table.

Home-baked for the market stall. Slice it warm if you can wait that long.

The other reason people linger at the stall. Ask what came out of the oven.