Here’s a tip:
Never try to take an organic wild blueberry spelt crust pie home on your electric bike. First of all, it’s not worth the $9. And chances are the young woman in tie-dye with dreds behind the counter will give you a used grocery bag with holes (when you ask sheepishly for that unholy item to take home your righteous tart).
I’m enjoying my bread-free journey to a healthier me, but there are some things that will never change: blueberry is unkind to library books lulu lemon sweats. And bikes and pies don’t mix.