I love going to the farmers markets. Over the Christmas break I was having serious withdrawals. I deeply missed you guys. It brings me great joy to see all of you and my fellow vendors again. I especially like hearing how you’ve turned our meats into meals. You’ll see my face light when I start talking about a good recipe or favorite hack.
Farmers markets are my social gatherings. It’s like going to a high school dance. I feel like I’m asking the cutest girl onto the dance floor, and I’m hoping she’ll accept. And once she does, I hope she tells all her friends that she had a marvelous time. Ok, that was a bit corny - but it’s true! It’s a festive affair where I get to see all my friends and catch up on what’s going on in their lives. And hopefully I get to spread a little cheer. It is truly an honor knowing you’ve entrusted us with providing you and your family with healthy, delicious meats.
I get it, farmers markets are a bit unorthodox. Really, who does their shopping in a parking lot? Heaven forbid you get to talk to the grower. The modern food industry ignores the natural order of things: what’s in season, pest infestation, effects of weather - life and death. Today, we can push a button and whatever we desire will show up on our porches. Sure, this is a wildly convenient way of life. But we are widening the gap that exists between the “how” and the “what”. Does this honor our creator?
At the farmers market you get a real connection. You see the calloused hands, the sunburnt cheeks - and I get to see your smiling faces! I see your kids getting bigger and your mother moving slower. I rejoice when you’re back after surgery, and I lament when I hear you got laid off. And I know that when the floods come or when coyotes attack, you’re thinking of us too. I know that you’re stepping outside the mainstream to support local growers and producers and I know you’re often paying premium pricing. I appreciate this greatly. But what I value most is YOU.