Farmers Market

I simply love Farmers Markets. Pinching peaches, smelling apples, and "sampling" home made cheese is my idea of a good time. When I lived in Boston Adrianne and I had a standing date to meet each Wednesday at the farmers market in Davis square. We would walk through the parking lot filled with fresh greens and talk over the various dishes we were planning to make.

Now that I live in Chicago and a lot closer to more farm land the selection has grown. Farm fresh peaches, wild blue berries, crisp apples are a must. I love being able to talk to the person who picked the peach that I am going to eat tonight. Steve had a long conversation with one of the meat sellers about the hog that had just given birth to piglets. We have a direct link with the people who grew our food. I think that is how it should be. Every time we eat we should think about the person who grew our food and how long it took to get from where they are to where we are. With a "eat local" philosophy we can have a "thanksgiving" every day for the amazing food that we know the point of origin of.