This afternoon, my son and I shopped at our town’s farmer’s market. It’s tiny – only three stalls – but there is a good selection of things, nonetheless. It’s only been operating since June, so I’m guessing it will grow over time. I hope it will, anyway. I got some great looking vegetables today, and some Amish baked goods. The corn I bought was picked this morning, less than eight hours before I purchased it.
Part of the reason I decided to check out the farmer’s market is a shock I had earlier this week at the supermarket. I wanted to buy some baby carrots for my son’s lunches, and there were two brands on sale. One of them I recognized right away: Grimmway Farms. This company sells great carrots . . . but they’re located in Bakersfield, California (I used to live there, once upon a time). ACK! I don’t want carrots that came all the way across the country. So, I looked at the other brand only to discover that they came from Pleasanton (another place I used to live; also in California). There were no carrots for sale (that I found, anyway) which hadn’t come at least 3,000 miles. That’s just ridiculous. It really is time to start buying local produce.
So, I’m going to do my part by shopping regularly at this farmer’s market. I suspect I’ll like the vegetables better, too. Most of the stuff you can buy in the market here isn’t really great quality, either. Considering how far it’s traveled, I guess it’s not too surprising.