Saturday, September 15, 2012

What I Brought Home from the Farmer's Market

Nora is unloading the dishwasher.  Now that she is nine she has been added to the dishwashing chore queue. 

Nancy Griffith's Dustbowl Symphony is playing.  The mountains are draped in a fluffy white shawl and I have not quite warmed up from our chilly farmer's market morning, rain and temperatures in the 50 something degrees.

The Saturday afternoon chores have been begun, but I thought I would pause for a moment to brag on the great treasure I brought home from the market today.

Sweet potatoes, some larger ones, and a handful of fingerlings to roast from Mark and Debi
Baby yellow squash and zucchini from Mark and Debi
Yellow beets, just a handful also from M and D
Sweet italian red peppers from Seiko
Japanese eggplant grown by Seiko
Johnagold apples grown by Tony
A pretty bouquet from Pat
Venison sausage from the guy whose name I can't remember
Green chili chevre from Marfa Maid Dairy from Marfa
Garlic Herb chevre from z-bar ranch
Eggs and 2 gal. raw milk, cream on top, from Z-Bar Ranch in Marathon
A couple of pumpkin empanadas from the new lady
A giant lemon bar from Ellen (Nora's favorite way to spend her $2 allowance!)

I meant to get some green beans from Tree before she left, but missed out. 
There were people roasting green chilis in the big roaster, but I have some in the freezer we got the other day and had better use them first.  There were plants, other baked goods, other veggies that sold out before I got a chance to look.

We had several meaningful conversations, quite a few hugs, and lots of bartering and sharing as we huddled under the tents, shivering, toes turning to stone. 

Well, chores need to get done, the big kids will be home from their cross country match anytime, and I hope to work in a nap with the window wide open.  Love soaking up the turn of the season. 

I wish everyone had an idea how wonderful small town farmer's markets are.

True, those veggies cost a bit more than the ones in the grocery store.  But if we could get it through our thick skulls how much cheap food costs us, the world would be a better place.  In my humble opinion.

Not only that, but eating foods grown and prepared by people you know is truly a spiritual experience.  At least for me.  And it makes me grateful and appreciative. 

PLUS, as a seller, standing in the shivering rain, I am in awe of the folks who make such an effort to get out in the cold to buy from us when it would be drier and warmer AND cheaper to go to the local grocery store.  As we packed up our damp goods, I prayed a blessing on our customers and the growers of our delicious foods. 

Alright, I'm coming! (The pots and pans are calling my name.)


Stephen said...

Like all of your posts, this one made me smile. Really enjoy your blog! said...

Thanks, Stephen!