NaBloPoMo Day 18: polite fruit

Sunday is Farmer’s Market day here. I love our Farmer’s Market. There’s the guy who sells the coffee I like, the place with the best apples, the cheese sticks my kids adore, the Russian lady with the artichoke cheese spread, and two different bread stands with many kids of bread that I like.

farmer's market

And there are persimmons that won’t get sassy when my back is turned.

One of the bread stands is, sadly, closing. They sell delicious cinnamon chip bread that my kids and I really like. It’s cinnamon bread without being crazy sweet like most cinnamon breads are. We are going to miss them when they go. I am curious to see what replaces them, though!

NaBloPoMo Day 13: farmer’s market thoughts

I love our farmer’s market.

Farmer's Market

It has many vendors and a wide variety of choice of most items. Right now we’re getting a CSA bag delivered to school so we have lots of fruit and vegetables in the house but I still like to get apples from the apple guy, and persimmons from the market. We also pretty much exclusively drink coffee from the coffee vendor; the guy who is down in Central America for part of the year helping with the harvest himself. Last week when I went to the market, the ATM was turned off so I didn’t have cash. The coffee seller and the woman who sells the piroshkys that my family likes both gave me what I usually buy from them on credit and let me pay this week. That’s the advantage of shopping from the same person every week!

The other nice thing about our market and our relatively small city is that I am pretty much guaranteed to run into someone I know. This week my younger son’s teacher was among those that I saw. It is nice to be connected to a community and the farmer’s market promotes that. I think about that when I read opinion pieces suggesting that the way to support OWS is to shop local. I don’t think it gets any more local than this.