I find myself heading to the new farmers' market in the area more and more these days, and stopping by the supermarket less and less. Today I did the entirety of my grocery shopping at the Kingsland Farmers' Market and not only do I feel good about the organic antibiotic-free chicken breasts in the fridge and the lovely big bunch of fresh dill for which I paid $2.50 (compared to $4.50 for a tiny pack of dill at Safeway, packaged in 1983), but I feel even better about supporting local producers and small businesses.
I still carry the fondest memories of the old Covent Gardens market in London. The Offspring and I would often walk the half hour downtown to spend the afternoon amongst the vegetables and cheese shops. We would buy olives and feta from the grumpy old Greek guys who inexplicably wore green lab coats, but who seemed to like the Offspring because even as a toddler she loved olives. We would visit the ancient parrot at the pet store who once mistook my finger (which I stupidly stuck in the cage) for a peanut. He seem genuinely perplexed that he couldn't crack it open with his viselike jaws. We would sometimes treat ourselves to a frozen yogurt at the juice bar, and I would think nothing of letting the RO ride on as many of the little mechanical rides (including the replica of Guy Lombardo's speedboat) as her heart desired. They cost all of a dime and the ride lasted for at least ten minutes.
Farmers' markets are places that create memories while they fill your plate. Supermarkets rarely do. Safeway has taken enough of my money over the years without feeding my soul. I'm putting them on notice.
your favourite market memories?