Market Day 2/7/2009, St. Ben’s Chicago
Melty, melty, melty snow. There was still enough ice around my car as I was unloaded that anyone watching would think I was a member of the Ministry of Silly Walks. What a day to be selling yarn in a church basement. . . my eyes kept looking up to the glass block windows teasing me with daylight and the promise of a beautiful day outside. The day was also punctuated by the sound of “bitty basketball” being played on the floor above, amazing how much noise such little children can make with just one ball. Some of the little bitties came by later with their parents and shopped at the market. They spent quite a bit of time at my table squeezing the yarn, as everyone does. It’s some sort of yarn law.
My first customer of the day was a long-time CSA subscriber, former co-worker, and friend, Martha C. There were two Marthas at my office veggie drop-off so I have to distinguish between the two. I’ll mention Martha B. in another entry. Martha C and her husband, John, are dream CSA customers and they mentioned they missed the pressure to buy groceries that the CSA deliveries relieved. They love to cook, try new recipes (Google!), and gave me feedback every week. You may read about “putting a face to your food” as a consumer but as a farmer I find myself growing vegetables that I think might please customers like Martha and John. They give me inspiration to grow food they’ll find tasty and interesting. Sometimes after harvesting, washing, packing, and delivering two dozen boxes of veggies for my CSA drop-offs I’d stay at my place in the city overnight. Then I’d realize I forgot to pack a box for myself. Nothings is so sad as a farmer eating pasta for dinner instead of a mid-season garden-fresh salad.