Sanctimonious CS

June 11th

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My friend Kent chides me when I climb on a religious soap box (often after a glass or four of vino) that such behavior is “sanctimonious bullshit.” Like the year I gave up Twitter for Lent, but lasted all of 2 weeks and tweeted him to say so.

His response “Sanctimonious, Donley. Sactimonious.”

Well, in these here parts, the summer farmers markets are the cream of the crop. Folks here live for Saturdays, where they wheel their kids in wagons and drag dogs on leashes down to the library parking lot for fresh produce. It is a touch sacreligious to suggest this tradition is anything other than the right thing to do — spending $4 per tomato. Carting glass bottles of grass-fed dairy back to your house on the back of your overly-priced cruiser, nested in hand woven baskets from a women’s cooperative in Ghana. Singing John Denver songs as you whistle while you work. (Song birds on your shoulders optional.)

Fly fishing

Don’t get me wrong. I love eating locally, supporting farmers, a good chorus of Kumbaya, and all that hoo ha. I don’t love over priced crap sold under the guise of being part of a farmers market.  I also don’t love how wholly yuppie this experience feels. Saturday could have been an ad for that ridiculous book, “Stuff White People Like.” 

Bucaaaaack!

What is that predator I hear barking from a nearby tree? Everyone! Cover your eggs!

There. I said it. I don’t love farmers markets and I realize that my neighbors may have my head for it. But in this case, it’s sanctimonious chicken shit. If I need a cultural tomato buying experience, I’m far more comfortable adventuring to the Mexican grocery stores on Federal.

SANCTIMONIOUS. I KNOW.

Did someone say chicken? YUM.

Speaking of  chickens — Nelson and I headed to a nearby chicken class afterward and guess what? We are turning in the permit and payment today. Coop prep starts this week, including coordinating a ridiculous neighborhood meeting. Also, teaching Nelson chickens are friends not food.*

~K

* My father thinks this is the funniest thing he’s ever heard. HEY DAD. ROOT FOR ME. xoxo

 

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5 Responses

  1. Ha! Kev and I always used to do things in Colorado and go “we’re straight outta Stuff White People Like!” I’m pretty sure riding our cruiser bikes to the Highland Farmer’s Market was one of those things…

    I hear ya about farmer’s markets… sooooo overpriced. I’ve all but stopped buying produce from anyone except this sweet little old-timey couple from the country who have a stand at the one near us. They don’t have fancy signage or a flashy set up or anything, just a sheet thrown over a table with some produce and home canned goods on it. Their stall is NEVER busy, but they’re by far the cheapest! Just honest folk trying to make a living 🙂

  2. Funny how those go hand in hand, the rich and the farmers market. Where I work they were really trying to do a farmer’s market in a low income area. The results were that the only people actually shopping there were the people that set it up and the kids they got to work there would go across the street and buy cheetos.

  3. LoL! Many of the farmers markets in CA are the same way, but it really depends on the town. I have been to some great ones and some totally ritzy ditzy ones. I like going to the smaller local markets that sell fruit far cheaper and are still owned by locals. They are hidden gems with great quality fruit.

  4. I sooooorta agree with that farmer’s market horse puckey (my dad’s funniest phrase ever). I think a CSA or Bountiful Basket type thing accomplishes much of the same idea but in a far less overpriced fashion. (I say this as if I know anything about anything. I don’t.)

    Love anything to do with WNM in your posts. He makes me laugh every single time!

  5. I agree with you on some of the farmer’s markets, but still have to say that the produce is (for the most part) worth the price paid. Supporting local farmers can also be done through CSAs (some amazing ones in CO!!!) and you aren’t making mother nature subsidize for the lower cost produce through the fuel/packaging/shipping. (**stepping down off my soapboa – and I’m only on cup of coffee #1… it could be a long day). – Or just throw it all out the window and grow it in your own backyard, which is what we’ve turned to since farmers markets here are great for local honey but are not convenient enough to go to each week and organic CSAs are non existent.

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