Here on Not Quite Amish, seemingly surrounded by workers of the land, I have an admission to make: I have two brown thumbs. I am not a gardener, farmer, or tender of any plants. It is not my gift. I admire those who can grow flowers and vegetables. In fact I support them whole-heartedly!
Here in Marin County, California, where I live, you can go to a farmers’ market any day of the week year round. Most Thursdays and Sundays I wander through the stalls and make fresh selections for the week. First I stop by the Greek food truck vendor to get a minted lemonade so I can sip as I stroll. I love the smell of basil when I pass the greens guy. I usually stop by the mushroom lady to get a portobello to take home for lunch. Most weeks I stop by the apple lady to get a few fujis. But I’m really waiting till she switches to being the corn lady. Fresh corn on the cob is my favorite summer time flavor. This week at the market cherries appeared! It seems early, but what do I know, I’m not a farmer. I scooped up a basket. I should have bought two, the cherries didn’t make it home with me. I ate them all in the car. See, I appreciate what farmers do, growing my favorite flavors and providing a bounty of fresh healthy produce.
But I’ll admit one more thing: I love Thursdays best. That’s when the chicken guy comes to the market. I get the whole evening meal: roast chicken, asparagus, and strawberries for dessert. Yum!
Do you get to shop at a local farmers’ market? Do you have a favorite vendor or flavor?