The farmers market was PACKED today. There was a line to get into the parking lot, waiting for cars to leave. The booths were sparser than last month. I missed the lamb guy. We have bought merguez sausages from him in the past, very tasty. I hope he is there next month.
We go to this market practically every time they hold it – weekly in the summer, and monthly in the winter months. You’d think the cheese guy and the buffalo guy would – I dunno – start to recognize us. Now the woman from the fruit farm knows me! She taught me to cram the apples into the peck bag, really squeeze them in. Now she teases me that I know how to pack a peck.
We started fervent shopping at the farmers market last year when we got in the CSA, and slowly, we developed contacts with all sorts of farmers there. It is good to know where one’s food comes from. I especially like the personal connection – knowing the distance my food traveled and who was involved. Not the anonymous styrofoam packages in the grocery store.