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Entry #675368, added on 11-08-09 @ 10:19 pm EST
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A Suspicion Confirmed, an Inspiration MissedEntry #675368
Two disappointments yesterday.  I thought I had read that the Freddyburg farmer's market was open late.  It is not.  When I got there at 12:30, it was just wrapping up.  I had time to quickly scope out the few diehards that weren't tamping their fares back into their trucks and ask a few questions.  I managed to confirm a suspicion that had been in the back of my mind since wandering around other bazaars earlier in the season.  Just because the stuff is in the farmer's market doesn't mean that it is local.  One guy was selling asparagus (I love asparagus) he'd gotten out of California.  Cali-f***ing-fornia!  "It's very fresh," he assured me. But it didn't assure me at all.  It got me to thinking that I could probably go to any big box grocery store and get the same thing-  for much cheaper and without any concerns that it had been sitting out all morning under a tent with a thousand nasty flies eyeballing it.  Lesson learned.  Always ask where they got their stuff, if they grew it themselves, how they managed to get tomatoes that big...

There was a bright spot, though, and her name was Sarah.  She was artisan bread lady.  Chatty, friendly, full of insider information.  A few well placed questions and she was telling me all kinds of things that I needed to know (Cindy would be there next weekend, she grew all her own stuff, Felix was helpful if you needed assistance setting up your tent, Hugh could be kind of grumpy if you caught him at the wrong time, but he raised a helluva good squash, etc).  Armed with such info, I intend to get there a little earlier next time and see the thing in all of its glory.

On a side note, a friend of mine e-mailed me yesterday to let me know that there was a screening of a movie called "Fresh".  It dealt with the many concerns presented us by our industrial food system, and it was to be immediately followed with a panel discussion with none other than Joel Salatin, among others.  For those of you who aren't familiar with Mr. Salatin, he is proprietor of Polyface Farm (featured in Michael Pollan's bestseller 'The Omnivore's Dillema') and is one of the godfathers of this slow food movement I find myself exploring. Look them up if you're so inclined.

I couldn't make the screening today on account of work, but my stalwart friend said she would make a concerted effort to sit in on it and relay all of the juicy goings on.  I can't wait to talk to her tomorrow.

 

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