What I love about the Farmer's Market is how community-oriented it is. The grocery store is an errand. You want to get in there, get what you need (and you know exactly what that is and where it is), and get out. At the Farmer's Market, it's a conversation. You ask the woman selling cute jade plants how to care for it, and she tells you. She tells you that it is the hardest plant to kill. It doesn't even matter if that isn't true. What matters is that you are actually conversing with the person who is providing what you want to buy.
And, when you're done talking to her, you talk to the guy selling homemade pasta, which starts a conversation about how people cook pasta wrong more times than not. Too little water. Not enough salt. Way too overcooked. It's refreshing.
And the breezy air and sunshine can't even begin to compete with supermarket lighting and stuffy air.
Needless to say, I'm more than excited that the Farmer's Market is open for the season. I plan on visiting more than I should, considering there is a stand with homemade mini pies that are delicious.
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