In an episode of Bones Angela commented that she always feels virtuous after shopping at a certain organic grocery. I’ve honestly never felt morally just about shopping at any grocery store. But where I do feel virtuous is shopping at my local farmer’s market. Being organic and environmentally friendly is swell and all, but combine that with supporting local farmers and helping the little guy economically and I’m just a sucker. Also, our farmer’s market has buskers, and you know from previous posts that I love supporting buskers. So every Saturday morning I drag my college student ass out of bed at 8:00, even though the movies say I should be sleeping till 2pm, and head down to the farmer’s market. I come home feeling like a saint!
The farmer’s market in my current city of residence is good sized, but not as diverse as the ones some of my friends frequent. About 1/3 of the vendors at my market are Amish, so they may be less than adventurous. Honestly, due to my budget I don’t buy much. Usually just whatever fruit is in season, cucumbers, and maybe a few special things for the week. I ate a hell of a lot of eggplant this summer before decided we needed to see other people. I also had some great blackberries. When colcannon season starts up again I’ll be buying potatoes. If I buy eggs, which I rarely do, I buy them there. The last couple weeks I’ve bought beautiful heirloom tomatoes, jalapeños, and tomatillos because I’ve been making salsa (recipe forthcoming).
This prompted my favorite farmer’s market moment so far. You know you’re in the Midwest when you have this conversation:
Random woman sampling purple cherry tomatoes: (pointing to the tomatillos I’m buying) What are those?
RWSPCT: What do you do with them? Do you peel them?
Me: Yeah. You peel off the dry part and then wash them well because they’re usually sticky-
RWSPCT: Do you fry them?
Me: Uh… you could, I guess.
RWSPCT: That’s what I’d do with them. I’d probably fry them.
Me: Yeah… I’m making salsa.
I like that without even tasting them she decided the best course of action was frying. I guess John Crichton knew what he was talking about. You really can eat anything if it’s fried.