It took me around 15 minutes to find a parking spot, and then fight the “in” crowd that takes this opportunity to be seen buying the cool veggies and show the rest of us that they are cool by just being there. I know because, I have played the same little game before. Ron used to call them “pretty people” because you will see everyone looking just right for this fine enterprise everyone goes to on Saturday mornings.
Fine and dandy. Finally I get to the stall where they had the red bell peppers and the sweet potatoes. I see the sign “$1 each” and I thought, wow, that’s a bargain compared to the ones from Mexico I have been buying at the big W store. Then my peripheral vision caught the smaller print under the price, — “From Canada.”
I had a moment to think what was I going to do. I thought, well, Canada is cold and nice so how much manure these veggies could have been exposed to. For that price and the way they looked, at the market, I just put two in a bag and proceeded to get my sweet potatoes. All of them looked like constipated potatoes. How does a constipated potato look like? Like the ones I just bought this morning. You can tell the poor things struggled to make it out of the ground. Exactly! Hope they taste better than they look.
Then went to my regular supermarket, because I thought, ok, we are an international village, so I got some asparagus from Peru, some lettuce from California, plantains from Guatemala, and some mushrooms from “product of USA.” Go figure!
So…my local farmers’ market has gone international. What happened to John and Jane the farmers? I need to start a search, because somehow I thought I was doing my body good by trying to buy local, but local means that any product that goes through Customs qualifies as “local.”
So…it was today…1 October, 2011…the first day of October…temperatures only mid 80’s…another beautiful day in the neighborhood…with my peppers from Canada.
Your Happy Contessa
“If you want your dinner, don’t look where is coming from.” Contessa’s interpretation of a Chinese Proverb from Olden Times.