While tempting to sleep in in on a Saturday morn (and every morning at the mo given my recent lifestyle change, though someone's gotta work sooner or later), I was really glad got to my local farmers market. Okay, so it was 12 noon when I got there (ahem!), but that still gave me a good hour to get my gear.
A vision like this brings me joy. Simple, honest, bright - and someone took the time to paint and decorate, rather than get some fancy sign made up.
A kilo of local apples for $3.50, 2kg for $6. If anyone tells me farmers' markers are too expensive, I'm going to dong them over the head with, well, a bag of apples. Go to Safeway and pay double for crap that you feel like spitting out when it assaults your tastebuds.
Sure, some stuff at farmers' markets is pricey, but so are the surgery, hospitals and early funerals brought about by eating rubbish. Eat as well as you can afford. Your body is precious.
Also, you just need to get to know who sells what for what and keep going back to them. At another local market, there's an expensive organic grower and a very reasonably priced one. Become a regular and they end up looking after you too.
As for how local these apples were, the no-frills farmer said, 'Just the other side of Dandenong', which is good enough for me.
Do you have a local farmers' market? Id love to hear what you love most about it!
Foodliterary Regards,
Julia Svoice
(Julia Hebaiter in Another Life)
FoodLit Writer, Feel-Good Food Lover & Storyteller
Because Food Sans Story is Bland
Because Food Sans Story is Bland
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