This is Michelle’s kitchen counter on a typical Saturday morning:
Ahhh… After my weekly farmers market pilgrimage, I feel ready to start another healthy week with my family.
Routine is the key to my meal planning. By hitting the same farmers market (usually) I know the vendors, know the prices, know what’s what.
I don’t go to the farmers market to have a Hallmark moment. OK. Yes it is more enjoyable to shop outdoors, purchase from local farmers and sample anything I like before I buy it. But like a lot of mamas of three, I am, uh, kinda busy. I don’t amble along the market, wicker basket in hand, bluebird on my shoulder. Often I’m in a bit of a sprint between basketball and soccer games, or maybe a birthday party or heaven-knows-what!
I don’t shove and knock people out of my way, but I cruise along, big cart and reusable bags in front, and get on with my shopping.
I make this weekly trek, out and back, in about an hour. Another 15 minutes to unload and rinse my pretty produce, and we are set for another 7 days.
And when I look down at the “fruit” of my labor, it makes my heart smile.