a new adventure
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Today, Ian and I went to the Farmers Market in Dallas. I don't live in Dallas any longer, but I grew up there and the Farmers Market was one of my favorite places to go as a child. My sister and I would go with our grandmother who took care of us during the day while my mother was working and in school. Grandmother had grown up on a farm in Louisiana and really knew her produce. She took the time to teach us what to look for in vegetables and fruit. And what was the right scent for ripe fruit and vegetables. The right sound for watermelons. It was always a sensory extravaganza. One of those things that I always looked forward to doing.
Since becoming an adult, I have occasionally, but not recently until today, made the trip to the Farmers Market. I was disappointed. It has "improved" - some of the sheds are now enclosed and they sell merchandise rather than produce. The stands are no longer filled with farmers, but with produce vendors. Even the ONE farmer that was there was mainly selling produce that was not grown on her farm, but was grown in West Texas or New Mexico. It was a disappointment that it was no longer the same.
At the same time, Ian and I tracked our walk through the stands. The produce was fresh and plentiful. Many of the vendors had really taken the time to make pleasing visual displays. Each vendor was ready with a slice of fruit that they were proud of. I had bites of grapefruit and orange from the valley (the Rio Grande Valley), Gala apples, red Bartlett pears. A slice of cantaloupe. Everything was delicious!
I came with cash in small bills so that I could buy from many different stands. It was still a sensory experience, just not the sensory experience I was expecting.