Farmer’s Market
When I lived in Colorado, I had a Saturday morning routine. I would wake up really early and start hitting the garage sales around 7am. I had a typical path I would follow, and started to learn which people were there every weekend. We made friends. After that I would go to the Farmer’s Market before it got too crowded. If you got there much after 9am it was a zoo (it was not a town of early risers). That was definitely one of my favorite things about where I lived.
After I moved down to Arizona, I was a little sad that the only produce I could find was grown nearby across the border in Nogales. People, this is where the majority of your produce in the store comes from, it’s amazing! We just have sweet little Mexican guys bring up what’s left over in the back of their pickup trucks. I figured that you can’t grow much here, as we are in the middle of the desert.
How wrong I was! There were not too many booths but there was a lot if interesting stuff. There’s lots of ranches and farms down here, so you could get all sorts of delicious meats. I bought some ground lamb that was FANTASTIC – look for a recipe soon involving it ! There were also lots of little cute veggies that I think the retirees grow in their backyards. The best find by far was a jar of pickled dilled garlic cloves. I know that it sounds weird, but they were SO GOOD. They’re like potato chips. You eat one and you just can’t stop.
I’d really like to try to eat a whole week with only stuff found at the farmer’s market (plus staples). I’d also like to go to these farms and talk to the farmers and take lots of pictures and really get to know them. That might still happen.
What’s your favorite thing at the farmer’s market?
