Wheatgrass juice is the nectar of rejuvenation! After beelining it back to the city this morning for an early morning shoot I began losing enzymes, vitamins and nucleic acids fast. I needed something to restore my balance and keep me going until midnight. Along came the Union Square Farmers Market between the Flatiron District to the north and NY University to the South. This place is so super hip! Spirited street musicians, playful dogs on leashes, thousands of park-benchers basking in the sun and row after row of tents with organic produce and funky foods. “You my friend need a ‘green-fix transfusion’ suggests a long-haired 60’s throwback. He squeezes a handful of dark stringy needles into a blender and pours me a shot. It doesn’t have much of a smell but tastes sweet, like fresh garden peas. I wash it down with a cup of water. Physically or psychiologically, it gives me the boost I’m looking for. Farmers’ markets began in New York City in 1976, when Union Square Park was known as a drug haven. Today, the psychedelics are gone and the health-conscience offer up advice on energy alternatives, anti-globalization politics and buying local. Philosophies I love. Following my ‘shot’, I squeeze my way through the Whole Foods Grocery line for a take-out order of Indian Naan, Chicken Marsala and a copy of a ‘Time Out’. Eat healthy my beloved bloggers and live well.