FARMER’S MARKET
I am finally home
on a Saturday morning and I made it into town to the farmer’s market!!
Yeah! I love the farmer’s market. I love
browsing at all the wonderful fresh produce people bring as well as the pies,
breads, jellies, and crafts. Isn’t it funny how the sight or smell or taste of
a food can bring memories flooding back in? Today we found mulberry jam at the
farmer’s market and we knew we wanted to try it. The jam reminds me of the
mulberry tree we had on the farm growing up. My little sister and I would climb
that tree and eat mulberries until we were almost sick. Our hands, our knees
and our shoes were purple all summer long. It was wonderful. We also found
kohlrabi which is one of my favorite vegetables ever! We only bought two of them which was silly on
our part because I’ll have them both gone by tomorrow. My grandma used to grow
kohlrabi in her garden and she would slice it up for me and we’d sit on the old
metal swing out behind the house and eat it. Wow, where did that memory come
from? J I’m definitely going to try to find
kohlrabi next year and add it to our own garden spot.
We also found a
peach pie, radishes and Oh, and we bought fresh chickens, yes, REAL farm fresh
chickens! You know, the kind that actually get to go outside and wander around
the farm and eat bugs and dig in the dirt and sleep in a chicken house. A far
cry from the store bought chickens that are raised in factory farms, pumped
full of antibiotics and growth hormones, and crammed into such a small spaces
that their bones can’t develop naturally. Yeah, not a pretty thought is it? So
needless to say it was a very productive trip to our local farmer’s market.
Anxious to see what treasures I find the next time I visit it.
*Thought
for the day*
At the age of twenty, we don't care what the world thinks of
us; at thirty, we worry about what it is thinking of us; at forty, we discover
that it wasn't thinking of us at all.
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