Every third or fourth Saturday, our family heads out on a short 20 minute drive to the whole and bulk foods market run by a local Mennonite order. We love this little trip as much for the scenery as for the food. We pass by our "dream" house- a hundred and fifty year old farmstead. We cross over the river, clear and cool…not too soon after that, we arrive at our destination. The secret is the wonderful family style restaurant right next door called (what else?)- The Farmer's Daughter. Oh my word, the food is local, seasonal, and beyond fantastic. Our kids happen to be partial to the carrot souffle. It's a wonderful, frugal (particularly with four kids) throw back to slower times.
Our trip to market is a favorite tradition for this city-turned-country girl. We've probably been making this trip for almost a year now, and I have been struck by the seasonality of it. I never realized the actual growing times for things like strawberries or tomatoes, which appear on our grocery store shelves year round. (And are probably from as far away as New Zealand, Peru, or Columbia.) I realize this now, because each trip we take down to the market I see those things growing and being harvested in their seasons. And trust me, once you've had a fresh tomato from right off the vine, there just isn't any going back to those pasty, watery supermarket ones.