Farmer’s markets are a joy. The magnificent and munificent ‘food halls’ of many countries and cities are an abundant and slightly less-seasonal delight. I grew up with a father who, in turn, was raised by parents who had, so to speak, groceries in their blood–Grandma having grown up in her father’s grocery store near the turn of the last century, and Grandpa having been employed by a major regional grocery producer and supplier. So Dad was not only accustomed to a childhood spent roaming and critiquing every aisle of every grocery store his family passed on any given expedition but later also to having his own children cajole him into being the parent taking us on the weekly family shopping trips because with his genetic grocery cred we thought he was the more easily swayed into buying the weird and possibly deliciously bad-for-us stuff.
What this all leads to in my case, is the appreciation I have, deep down, for farmer’s markets and food halls and all sorts of grocery stores.
But the real source of that love is, of course, all of the grocerrific goodness found in said worlds of wonder. The ingredients for infinite feasting are all there at hand, arrayed in an artless or artful arsenal of endless recombinant recipes, and it’s not easy to spend any real time in the midst of such wonders without at least stumbling over a good number of fine meal, snack or menu inspirations.
And what do I learn from all of this? I don’t change all that much. I always did rather like going to get the groceries. I still do. Living and lounging among the comestibles is a grand pastime and so often leads to good eating and drinking, doesn’t it. I do believe I hear the siren song of a grocery cart beckoning me for a little outing, or is that the gentle rumbling of my empty innards? No matter, one leads to the other, leading right back to the first, in an endless loop of hunger and deliciousness, craving and satiety that I hope won’t end for a very long and very slightly fattening lifetime.
This tomato photograph so lovely, fascinated me. Thank you dear Kathryn, Love, nia
Wish I could get those peppers for that price here!
Another appetizing “Foodie Tuesday” by ‘K the Gracious Gourmet’…
Ah, such a bittersweet post, Kathryn. I agree with all you wrote and find joy when I’m strolling through my farmers markets. This past Saturday, though, was the last for this area’s markets. Sure, they’ll get together once a month at some hall but, with nothing growing here, it’s not much worth attending. Now all eyes look for their return on the first weekend of May. ((sigh))
Those pears are making my mouth water! Yummy post, once again, Kathryn! xo
‘all of the grocerrific goodness’ – another wonderful Kathryn -ism! 🙂 XO
One day we’ll share some groceries in person, I’m sure. 😀