Since we’ve gone from Simian “don’t worry, be stupid” coverage of the economy to “holy guano, the milk/egg/flour sky is falling,” I am waiting for the first smart reporter to take a stroll through the Greenmarkets while toting a reliable memory. Every day I read a story wailing that prices are going higher than poorly monitored construction cranes, and at least twice a week I notice my locally sourced eggs and milk are holding steady. I have been buying tons o’ apples, too, and they are the same price or cheaper on 97th and Union Square than at Citarella. All these years I have had to listen to bitching that farmers’ markets are too expensive, and now they represent the real price of what we eat. My budget allotted for unleaded years ago.