A Trip to the Farmer's Market

Fact: I have a tendency to make things into a bigger deal than they are. That cricket in the basement? Not going to jump at my jugular, bite through my skin, and kill me. There's no need to drag Darrell downstairs to kill it for me. That super unique shirt that I just have to have because I don't own anything like it? Yeah, there's a reason I don't own stuff like it. Back to the store it goes. Dragging Darrell out of bed on a Saturday morning to go to the Farmer's Market?

Really not worth it. I'm not sure what I was envisioning it to be, but it wasn't near as spectacular as I thought it would be. Sure, there were some weird vegetables that we'd never seen before, and plenty of vegetables that we don't really cook (hello Brussels sprouts), but as far as the stuff we would actually use, it really wasn't all that different from what we get in the store. And yes--I get the whole "farmer's markets are supporting local economy" thing, and I'm sure the produce is a little bit fresher and better tasting--but definitely not worth the drive to the north end of town. Especially when we can get most of the same stuff at our local grocery store (which is employe-owned and a local chain, just for the record), and most of it at better prices. Maybe when we have kids I'll feel differently about buying local stuff from a farmer's market, but for now it's suffice to say we'll stick with our grocery store. I guess it goes back to the old adage--If it ain't broke, don't fix it. Lesson learned.

But hey--I am a little bit glad we went, because now I can cross it off our 101 in 1001 list!