Another Random Drivel

Every Saturday morning from 8am-12pm, there's a farmer's market that sets up shop in our neighborhood coffee shop parking lot. Kevin and I have been making a pilgrimage to the farmer's market every Saturday for about a month now. It's more than just a place to buy our locally-grown, organic produce--it's also a place to visit with neighbors and get a real small-town feeling. We're so fortunate in that our neighborhood, although smack-dab in the middle of Houston, feels very much like a small town. The farmer's market is very small and quaint and just a happy place to be on an early Saturday morning. Usually, Kevin gets a coffee and I get a hot tea, from inside the coffee shop and we sit and talk about what we might want to purchase, produce-wise. After we've finished our beverages, we start scouting around the produce stands. Amazingly enough, I enjoy the fact that every weekend, the produce varies...much as Mother Nature wants it. The farms that produce the fruits and veggies for the farmer's market are at the mercy of the weather and climate. I think that in the long run, it's healthier to eat produce that's in it's prime, as opposed to a sad, cucumber that's been grown in a hothouse in the middle of January.