There's something undeniably luxurious about delivered food. We're not about to pass up a pizza delivery, but we're talking local/organic (loganic?) revolution here. So, we were quasi-hardcore into the city's farmer's market scene, dabbling in it like the delicious gateway drug it is: first you get addicted to one particular item (gigantic glass bottles of local honey), and gradually venture out to the Triangle for some garlic and weird looking tomatoes. Next thing you know, you're waking up voluntarily on Saturdays to make it to the downtown market before it shuts. more ›