Approaching the market, it was easy to see the level of pride that the Bellingham community has it. It was not just a place where people buy and sell items, but rather it had the sense of a fair surrounding it. There were the stands with plants, produce, and cheese of course, but there was also art, music, discussion, and freshly prepared food with tables to congregate around. It was part old world grocer, part garden store, part exhibition and part festival. When looking for something to make a dish out of, my options were severely limited, illustrating the kind of hassle it can be to cook for a multiplicity of people. Seeing as I had already decided on making some sort of sauce of tortellini and ravioli (but had grudgingly accepted that, due to the shortcomings of a dorm kitchen, I would only be able to “doctor” the sauce with what I had procured), I looked for cheese, garlic, spinach, or mushrooms to add. However, seeing as those I was cooking for had conflicting notions of what they would be willing to eat, namely one disliked mushrooms and spinach completely, and the other would not go near garlic (and I still think the pair of them are crazy for saying so) limited my choices. Coupled with the fact that cheese is a very picky food, either you like a particular variety or you don’t, meant that I would have to find a compromise. When discussing the garlic with a vendor, I was able to acquire some that was younger than what might ordinarily be bought in the grocery store, meaning that its flavor would be less powerful, both blending into the rest of the sauce better, as well as allowing an additional person to consume it.
On the issue of how the produce was grown though, the vendor was far less helpful. It simply could have been that she was helping a friend or family member in selling the produce, or that the methods behind growing such things was second nature, and thus inherent yet somehow unexplainable. Either way, they insisted it was organic, and grown in a natural way. That said, the garlic worked perfectly well and was not used up completely, meaning that it will also be appearing in a more thorough home-cooked meal (hopefully with the sauce not coming out of a jar).
What was most interesting about the market was not what I bought for the sake of this assignment, but rather the multiplicity of live plants that were available for sale. Looking simply at live tomato plants, there appeared to be dozens of varieties ranging from ones that were best used for making sauce, to those that were grown for cooked or raw consumption. This can easily be used as an analogy for why I found the farmer’s market so interesting, it was not the idea that the produce sold was organic, or that it was a sign of protest against the industrial farming system, but rather the kind of extreme variance that can only be achieved at the confluence of individuals and small groups. Each working in their own way, producing something that is not the cookie-cutter definition of a product, but each providing their own contribution or change to the end result, whether it be big or small, for the consumer to appreciate on the other end.
Here is an example of how the farmer’s market is adapting to the modern world:
Vora, Shivani. “A Virtual Farmer’s Market” Inc. April 2010: 32. EBSCO. Web. 3 March. 2010.