I woke up early and at S.’s behest, hopped on my bicycle and pedaled up the hill and back down again to the Waverly farmer’s market. Every part of me thinks farmer’s markets are awesome. I mean, dedicated market, local food, small farms–Our Farms, Our Future, as my license plate says. I have no idea why a brief jaunt that way hasn’t shaped every Saturday, but there you go. I got a cup of coffee, a spinach empanada (using that word very loosely), and then did a tour of the offerings. I picked up some arugula for the spiciness, sweet potatoes for the sweetness, and, after milling about these most lovely apples, some pears. I piled my stuff in my bike bag, made a stop at The Book Thing–all the free books you can carry!–and rode home. What a lovely way to start a Saturday.
Love them too. We have had a small one next door to me all summer and today was the last day as it is so cold outside. Got a pear and plum cross last year and it was great. All from a local organic farm. Got both of my tomato plants from them and one grew over 5 ft tall and the other was a shorty but yielded at least 50 tomatoes for us and another 30 or so green ones at the end which went to fried green tomatoes fans. Grew these at Blue Moon which was fun for all of us.
I love supporting locals also.