Every Thursday in the fall and spring, Lehigh University's Campus Square is turned into a little fair of local farmers, kettle corn vendors, bakers and breadmakers, and even artisans of hand-knit woolen items. This opportunity for purchasing produce, sampling delicious baked goods, and perusing other products is the Bethlehem Farmers' Market and is absolutely a weekly specialty. Vendors set up tents and tables from 12-4 in the afternoon, drawing students and local Bethlehem residents alike.
I began my patronage last year as a senior while living off-campus and cooking for myself almost daily. In my hometown Durham, North Carolina, many families have supported, for many years, a farmers' market which is growing in scope and selection to accommodate the increasing desire for fresh, seasonal, local produce. I was raised to appreciate these Saturday outings, delighting over heirloom tomatoes or peaches that are so ripe they beg to be tasted at the earliest possible opportunity.
Plus, shopping the Farmers' Market supports local farmers, and the local food movement is here to stay. Despite tough economic times, people are still supporting Farmers' Markets, in part because many recognize that it takes a committed clientele to keep such vulnerable business owners afloat. Furthermore, in the face of increasing hype around reducing our carbon footprints, it's just plain "green," which is enough to validate anything these days. (Local produce doesn't travel as far to reach you, reducing the amount of gas used to transport it, reducing carbon emissions.)
People wouldn't pay the prices if it wasn't worth the trip; like produce sections with a face and a story behind every vegetable, human contact and mutual culinary delight abound. As pleased as shoppers are to be purchasing beautiful seasonal produce, farmers are equally proud of, literally, the fruits of their efforts. I have routinely found attendants on the other side of the stand not only willing but thrilled to engage in conversation about their favorite recipes, their own farm, or just local events. Just today, the woman from whom I was buying two apples threw in a third from other type that I had mentioned I was deciding between. Establishing a rapport or loyalty to her particular stand is a likely motivation, but I am more than happy to be on the receiving end.
Farmers' markets are engaging, inspiring, and most importantly, guarantee seasonal quality. As we left the Farmers' Market, a friend asked me about what is in season in the spring and I realized it took some thought to respond. In a world where when one region's produce ends its season and produce from halfway around the world can restock and replace it, we forget that certain foods are meant for a specific season. I'm not complaining about the fact that I can find tomatoes all year round, but I enjoy the Farmers' Market for reminding me what is suited for this particular season. These vegetables were not picked green and ripened in their cross-country trip, they were plucked off their stems because they were ready for your next weekly special.
Hi dearie! I am reminded by your post of Medicinal Cookbooks and health practitioners who advocate eating only foods which are in season in the locale where one is living. At an earlier time before trucking, there was no choice but to eat what was grown or growing locally. This food-for-thought supports "variety is the spice of life" because produce goes in and out of season and this prevents consumption of foods that when eaten on a daily basis eventually weaken or create a food allergy. Have you ever noticed that eating a watermelon in January is not as "delectable" as in July? When choosing food as our medicine, a watermelon in July would be considered a cooling food and eaten instictively to replace the water lost by sweating in the sweltering heat as compared to January when we are encouraged to choose soups and warming foods that will support our body in staying warm. Spring greens are a tonic after the dense foods of winter. Autumn gold? Butternut squash and sweet potatoes are ripening right now in my garden! Live to eat or eat to live?!
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