Headed to the farmer's market this morning to pick up some food for the week. We love the market not only because it allows us to get fresh, locally grown produce, eggs, and meats, but because the market, so much more than a large grocery store, fosters a feeling of community.
While she was looking at some mushrooms, my wife was able to talk to the woman who farms them, get advice on the best way to prepare them, and chat generally about food, farming, and the beautiful day. Much more personal than the interactions you get at the supermarket. "If it's not on aisle three, we don't have it."
But there's more than just food going on at the market. There are people taking photos, people playing music. People are catching up over coffee while the kids dance or pet one of the many dogs that are enjoying a walk in the sun.
In a city where we're all too often pushing past each other to cram onto a train, trying not to make eye contact and wishing we were somewhere else, it's nice to see people smiling and sharing a sunny summer morning.
And, to top it all off, our menu for the week looks fantastic.
Market Share
Cue the sauce
Pork short ribs, green beans, and sweet potato fries. Could've stood to cook for a few more hours, but I was too hungry. Not pictured: Glass of lemonade.
Soundtrack: Bill Monroe
Secret ingredient: 2oz Woodford Reserve, taken directly
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