Sunday, 4 January 2009

Farmer's Market - An Unimpressive Start

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I was so very excited to introduce all of you dear readers to my local Farmer's Market, which is honestly my favorite day of the week. Anyone who knows how much I love food, and especially getting to meet the very people who grow it, can understand my passion for this Sunday ritual. But this week, meant to be the inaugural HQ Farmer's Market Adventure, did not work out as planned. As my beef and lamb selling friend at Ladywell Organic put it, the small-time farmers who sell at our market didn't think enough people would attend this week. You can see how sparse the booth selection is.


There's usually two seafood stands, an apple specialist, a game-meat specialist, two or three more goat farmers, a hot food seller, and three bakers. But I didn't do too badly, and luckily I had one or two photos up my sleeve to pad out this posting.

This is what £32 of groceries from Waitrose, my local high-end market, looks like. Granted, £13 worth of vodka runs the cost up a bit, but since it was 22˙F outside my unsealed bedroom window last night, I certainly need something that will help keep me warm.


This, on the other hand, is what £18 of farmer's market groceries looks like. Ordinarily I only spend £10, avoiding the more expensive things you see here, such as garlic chevre and apricot ginger sausages (the two made up £7 of my bill!). The veg is only about £1 per bag, and I even got some purple sprouting broccoli, something I have heard a lot about but never tried. I intended to get goats milk, mussels, and chicken, but of course none of those booths were around. My friend the eggseller, who also runs a few nightclubs, called the icy weather today paradise compared to his childhood in Kazakhstan, which made me feel a little better.



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