to market, to market

7 Jul

First, I must be frank.  Not to be crass, but it is one hundred degrees, I just walked home and I am sitting here in my skivvies. There’s no other choice.

I just got back from the farmer’s market. What a glorious place.  There’s something I just can’t put my finger on, though.  I was thinking about this as I saw all the (mostly) women emerge from their cars and from various corners of town with their re-usable canvas shopping bags and begin rifling through dirty lettuce with manicured nails.  The farmer’s market culture connotes something interesting in my mind nowadays…I just can’t put my finger on it.  Pretentious? Celeb-ritized? Trendy? No, no…but something.  Based on your experience, it might connote different things: Crunchy? Homespun? What came into your head when I said “I just got back from the farmer’s market”?  SOMETHING did and I want to know what it was! Not in a creepy/yelling at you way, but with genuine and calm curiosity.

Yes, on the most basic level a farmer’s market is an alternative to a grocery store for buying fresh produce.  Simple and done.  But, I feel that there’s more. From where I sit, the locavore, organic, farmer’s market thang has become a bandwagon of sorts.  Maybe for good reason.  No?  Supporting local farmers, eating healthily and without added hormones and all kinds of other crap is probably not on anyone’s list of “things that will kill you.” A bandwagon doesn’t have to be a bad thing.  Believe me, I’m as guilty (if you can feel guilty for eating an apple) as the next person for jumping on.  I did my faithful three month stint shopping only at Whole Foods and came crawling back to A&P broke and begging for forgiveness.

In other words, I’m calling myself out on my own crap.  I would like to adopt a more natural and more locally grown “eating lifestyle,” but I just haven’t been able to prioritize it.  Sometimes I just eat a hot dog at a baseball game and sometimes I just buy the regular carrots because they’re $1 cheaper.  For me, for now, eating organic and/or locally grown food is like an expensive hat I put on when it looks good with my outfit.  I do it when it suits me/I can afford it.  And don’t even get me started on finding the time…

But, I am off on a tangent, as usual.  My previous point simply being that I’d like to examine the culture around this all.  Maybe there’s nothing more going on here and I’m just the insane person who tries to look at every situation with the lens of a sociologist to find some root cause explanation or maybe there’s so much more going on here that I haven’t even scratched the surface.

All that being said, this is just something for me to put a pin in and reflect on another day because what is important is to focus on the the moment at hand and all I know is that I went to the farmer’s market today and I LOVED every minute of it.  That is one fact I can be sure of.  There’s something so fresh and bright and wonderful about it.  I also feel humbled by being able to exchange money for goods with the people who actually grow/make/create it.  I want that to be more a part of my lifestyle (see above) so it is always refreshing when I can.

I also learned today that I would be the WORST reporter ever because I tried taking photos and for whatever reason was so paranoid someone was going to jump out from behind the farm-fresh, no-hormones-added eggs to ask me what did I think I was doing taking pictures of their onions? that I could barely point and shoot.

Hence this…


Don’t mind the creepy person behind you making themselves even creepier by being all skittish and paranoid.

Luckily, nothing stood in the way of my purchases.

I came home with some beautiful fresh-picked flowers…


Some yummy veggies…




Not a bad way to start a Saturday morning.


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