I used to be a real dissenter of farmers markets. All the holier than thou do-gooders and righteous yippies (yuppy hippies) passive aggressively nudging each other out the way to get the ripest peach, all to the mind-searing drone of a pan flute band. No thanks.
But something’s changed.
For the past two months, I’ve been hitting the Sunday farmers market in Santa Monica religiously. I get up early, blearily stumble to my bike, and wake up on the ride over. I love that they have a bike valet. I love that my friend Lara meets me there so we can battle the yippies together. I love that they don’t ever have a pan flute band (at least not so far.) I love the Ground Works coffee tent. Basically, I am whom I dare passed judgment upon.
I too am a yippie. I too want the best Southern California has to offer. I’ve been to Pittsburgh people, we’ve got it good here. Might as well take advantage of it.
Case in point:
Zuni Cafe Chicken - adapted - with Roasted Baby Potatoes (some of them are purple!)
Or what about Roasted Habanero and Tomatillo Salsa?
Espicccyyyy
Or maybe some end of summer Berry Biscuits?
And now Fall is here. My favorite of all seasons – mostly because of all the opportunities to reduce meat into succelent-ness in my crockpot. I’m excited to see what sorts of cold weather bounty my yippie peers and I will passive aggressively fight over in the coming months…100 different types of squash, anyone?
