On our way home from a game outside the metro, we stopped by a fruits & veggies stand that sits along the road. Pun intended. I beg you. You see many of these pop-up stores in the city outskirts -families that sell their own produce, a sort of an underground economy that, to my twisted knowledge of local government regulations, no one complains against.

I bought several kilos of fruits while my brother, sacks of veggies. All fresh like milk to a nursing baby. We did ask for the prices but haggled no more. As sons of a farmer, we know the difficult labor that goes with the prepping, planting, growing and harvesting of these produce. The elements, too, that they go up against along the hard way. And then selling them for less than the price we paid for the game we just played. We also recognize the reality that without their drops of sweat and tears, none of us will be fed right. It’s a violation of human rights to deprive them of good profits. In a farmer’s household like mine, these are the rules.

To those who toil under the sun or in the rain, in the fields and in the shining seas, I raise this cup.

Cheers! #MyCafeNotes