Saturday, July 8, 2006


What $8.50 will get you at the Farmers Market

My heart softens about this city when I find someplace as wonderful as Southside Market. It took me awhile to locate the spot, as it is in a part of town I am totally unfamiliar with. I even thought I was in the wrong place and had somehow gotten the address incorrect. This was a neighborhood!

Then there it was. People were coming out carrying large hanging baskets full of summer flowers. I saw others walking on the sidewalks with plastic bags draped over their arms. The building itself could make you smile. Shaped like the letter E, paint long ago stripped from its wooden slats.The doors thrown wide open the entire length of building so you could just glimpse in and know something was going on inside.

Once I was in  I realized how much fun this place is going to be. I felt like I had stumbled into an open air market in the Bahamas! Color was everywhere. No only just farm produce and plants offered, I also found soy candles,  a butcher shop, a grill, beads and chimes, cut flowers, loads of enticing baked goods, and in the back corner a musician had set up and was serenading us making the whole experience lovely.

Before I made my way out, I came across a gentleman sitting behind a booth (cafeteria style table with sturdy legs!)  reading a book. I was drawn by the smell!  Laid out in front of him were baked goods wrapped in cellophane. Small breads and large cookies.

I choose the cinnamon bread (for Joe) (a treat, he has put up with me the past week with this fast).

We began to talk. "Did you bake this?"

"No, but its my recipe. Heath Department has all these rules."

We talked about the virtues of lard verses butter.

He told me he had made a Peach cobbler recently and would love to make a blackberry one. Had I seen the prices of blackberries?

He told me about making the crust and kneading in the butter and separating it out into three separate sections and rolling it out just so.

I was impressed. I told him I just slap it all together without much thought.

"Cooking is like art." He began. "I myself am a writer. I get an idea, I write about it and then I go back and edit it. I add a little here, change a little there. When I am finished, it doesn't resemble what I started out with at all".

I asked him to make me a peach cobble and hide it under his table.

I'm certain it is a masterpiece.


suzypwr said...

So, we are safe to assume you will be going back, lol? That is a great find!


yakima127 said...

You are so good at flushing out the great things in life!  Great find!  And what a cool guy...Jae

nellemclaughlin said...

We have a huge farmer's market/flea market here and the produce buys are wonderful. Problem is you often have to buy a large amount but even so something like the cinnamon bread would be $5 or more by itself. Sounds like a good find though. :) You have a knack for finding the really good places.

am4039 said...

wow 8.50 not bad. I hope Joe likes his cinnamon bread. Yum.

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mtrib2 said...

Life in a setting that makes a person know where and how things that we consume are gathered, grown, and baked is a part of the past that I am glad is still going on.    When I was a kid every now I then I could see and experience places that were a part of history.   Growing up in the 'modern' world has the effect of not taking the time to realize how things are made and where they originate.     I hope you have a good day and an enjoyable one.     Thanks for sharing your thoughts and experiences.     mark

sunflowerkat321 said...

What a wonderful find.