I assure you, despite dirt and leaves, the food was consumed. Finishing up the last of that delicious bread a few days later I bit a rock and was overcome by happy memories of the day.

Honestly, I was a little worried that people might take it as some sort of anti-farmers market, or anti-Obama, or anti-yummy-food statement. But of course, it wasn't any of those things. There was absolutely no symbolism. We simply bought stuff and hit them with golf clubs because it was fun.

As for the curds themselves, at least half of them were eaten beforehand, and some eaten after and the rest were left for the birds. What you saw may have looked like a lot of curds, but there really weren't that many in the bag. That's just the magic of movies.

I'm actually in the weird awkward stage where I'm growing the beard back but still have the goatee, so everything is off balance. I feel like a half a man.