Dear Amish Man,

I am pretty sure you will never read this considering I parked my car next to your horse and buggy this morning. I'm guessing that means you don't have a computer at home. Or electricity. I just want to thank you for officially starting my summer. The corn I bought from you this morning, although a little more pricey than the grocery store was out of this world delicious! I am kicking myself for only buying eight ears, and not a full dozen. You told me that it was fresh picked this morning and I really believe it was because it was fantastic! Best. Corn. Ever. Little did I know that The Son would devour two ears. He is not one to eat any sort of vegetable, even if it is a starchy one. He even asked for more but I had already eaten four and The Husband had two so there were none left for my poor child. I guess that won't win me any "mother of the year" awards, huh? 

I will be back next week after The Son's karate class and I will definitely be buying at least a dozen. I hope you'll be there with your yummy fresh ears of corn just piled up on the ground waiting for me. I liked how you joked that you'd sell me the whole pile if I wanted it when I asked if I could just buy eight ears, your friendliness and Amish sense of humor (have you thought of trying a career in stand-up comedy?)  added to the enjoyment of my corn.  The Husband has not yet tried the tomatoes but I'll let you know how he likes them next week. Tell your wife that I will also pick up a package of her lovely home made peanut butter cookies, I meant to buy some today and they looked delicious but somehow I got distracted. If they're half as good as the corn, the whole CityFamilyCountryFamily will be very happy. 

It was a pleasure doing business with you, hope to see you again next week. 

Sincerely,

CityMommaCountryMomma... emphasis on the "country" in this case.