The Farmers Market opened today—-http://www.franklinfarmersmarket.org/. And this time of year, it’s all about the salad greens and strawberries. We’ve been buying strawberries for the past few weeks, trying to find some that actually taste like strawberries. The batch bought at the megamart that was grown in California was unripe and bitter. The batch bought at the very expensive grocery that was grown in Georgia was unripe and bitter. Clearly, paying more does not insure better taste.
But today, there he was–the “Berry Guy.” Quart after quart of locally grown, organic strawberries. (Everything at the market is local and organic.) And hallejula, they actually taste like strawberries. Later in the spring he’ll have blueberries, blackberries and raspberries, too.
There’s just something wonderful about eating or drinking something that was grown nearby. This time last year we were in Burgundy, drinking wine grown from the grapes on the nearby hills. And when my meals are flavored with my own herbs, they just naturally taste better.
Our Farmers Market is a great blend of the traditional and the progressive. There’s a bluegrass band (who, if you hire to play at your private party, don’t tolerate much drinkin’–especially in front of them). There’s the dairy farmers with their organic milk still working the same land their ancestors worked a few generations back…http://www.hatcherfamilydairy.com/.
But then there’s beefalo, bison, toffee and cheese. All local. All delicious. But decidely new-fangled. So besides my strawberries, I have cheese, a bag of salad greens, a tiny savory cheesecake in the freezer and free range eggs–one of which is a beautiful shade of blue.
So now my Saturday routine is set…just can’t wait for the tomatoes!