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In case you haven’t noticed, this is pumpkin season in America. I don’t mean the big orange gourds that grow on sprawling vines. I mean the flavor, which has become ub-everywhere-iquitous from October through the first of December, when gingerbread vies for its own shot at number one.
Here’s the haul from the Fredericksburg Farmers Market today, including the flowers, an artisan loaf of walnut and bleu cheese bread, and homemade tabouleh. Yum. Our vase, colander, and dining room table.
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When we’re on the road I like to head for the local market if I can.
The Saturday Farmers Market at the Santa Fe, New Mexico, Railyard
Why do I like farmers markets?
1)I like to support area farmers. When neighboring farmers can make a living, then their land is safer from development and disappearance. My home in Fredericksburg is less than three miles away from I-95, one of the most polluted, clogged, and urbanized highways in the U.S. Yet just two miles in the other direction are pastures, fields, and breathing space for the soul and the lungs.
Singing River Farm booth at the Santa Fe Farmers Market, with a singing farmer.
2) I like the quality of produce that is fresh from the ground or the tree branch. At the farmers market I can find tomatoes that don’t smell like plastic, lettuce that was resting on the earth just hours ago, and cucumbers that haven’t been waxed shinier than my kitchen floor. Continue reading →