I was a happy shopper at the various farmers markets I went to in Chicago, and now that I live in a small town in the middle of horse and farm country, I couldn't wait to see what kind of produce we could buy here. First, it's kind of neat to be able to take a short drive to the farms that also have tables at the farmers markets and take a walk around the spot where the food is grown. As far as prices and selection, just like Chicago, it depends on which table on which day at which site you go to. Overall, we've had some great deals. But there's one story in particular I have to share. I'm doing some freelance work for a CPA with an office at the main intersection of small town USA. It's got a stoplight, but seriously, in Chicago, it barely rates a stop sign. Not a lot going on, but pretty cute. Anyways, people still go door to door out here. They sell jewelry, ask for (legitimate) donations/fundraising, bankers and insurance guys passing out cards, all kinds of stuff. There's a farmer from a much much smaller town that's just down the road from the small town I now live in, he goes door to door with a big mail crate filled with vegetables from his farm. That's right, the farmers market comes to me! He's in town every two weeks with a new supply of veggies etc. I think I'm his favorite customer. Not only do I drop a minimum ten bucks every time he drops in, but I'm so damn happy to see him bring in fresh food and (to me) it's so cheap, I'm pretty sure no one on his route appreciates his visits as much as me (or my wife, who works across the street). Now he calls me the day before, tells me what he's got, and takes my order. Here's my last one.
A dozen eggs (from chickens he raises himself); 3 bucks
9 tomatoes; 3 bucks
2 bags of mixed greens; 2 bucks
1 bag of mustard greens; 1 buck
2 bags of basil, 1 sage, 1 dill; 4 bucks
3 red peppers, 3 green peppers; 2 bucks
5 banana peppers, 10 cayenne peppers; 2 bucks
3 purple onions; 1 buck
6 squash (med-large), 6 zucchini (huge); 4 bucks.
I also put in an order for a whole chicken that he slaughters at the end of the season that he raises himself (ten bucks).
On the horizon, he's hoping to harvest some bok choy, which he had success with last year. Also, he's told me that he's hoping to have broccoli with the next order.
I think I'm missing something or two from my last order, but you get the idea.
Several tables at the various farmers markets sell beef and pork that they raise themselves and have slaughtered at the next town over (or another one, also very close). We have an apple and peach orchard within easy driving distance (everything seems like easy driving distance after half a lifetime in Chicago). There's an Amish community not far away, and so I can always get fresh baked goods at the various farmers markets. Two different sites have someone who pickles and jars/cans various foods and jams. One site has a woman who sells quilts, which, I have to say, are pretty cool (I never would've thought as the young juvenile delinquent I once was, that I would ever think I'd hold such a positive opinion of quilts, but there you go). I've purchased various melons here that could easily store a Jewel-purchased melon inside of it.
I can't help but want to buy something from every table at certain markets, and since we eat so many vegetables and make so many sauces, we do buy a lot. It's pretty rare that if we do drop a little bit of a cash at a table that they don't throw an extra tomato or squash into our bag as thanks, something that always embarrasses me a bit because I don't think they get that I appreciate them way more than they should appreciate me. I almost feel like I should be giving
them an extra tomato or squash as I leave their table. I dunno; it's all in all a pretty cool experience for me.
Something I'm having a hard time wrapping my mind around is this whole thing about seasons. What do you mean I can't get these tomatoes much longer? Why is the farmers market ending? It's like by moving into the middle of farmland, I feel like I should be able to get fresh grown vegetables and fruits whenever I want. I blame Jewel and Dominicks for this.
Anyways, I know it was a long post, but most of my friends are ambivalent about this kind of thing, and I figured you guys probably could appreciate the lay of the land here more than anybody.
Cheers.
I hate kettle cooked chips. It takes too much effort to crunch through them.