That’s really what we desire, isn’t it? To be a part of a community. I wrote about Grandma Jane a few weeks ago and received a lovely email thanking me for the review of her scones. Though, really, there were no exaggerations. We were disappointed to find that someone had bought all of her mini scones before we’d had a chance to snag some. This past weekend I introduced myself to her and received the warmest hug (really, you should try to hug her). We’ve met the owners of Simpson Farm Market and the wonderful people at Pappardelle’s Pasta. If you haven’t visited the BRAG tent, please do. They love meeting new people and will dish all about the market, including the reputed best carrot cake in Indianapolis (we have yet to get there in time before it all sells out). Last week I wrote about the benefits of pasture raised and organic meat. This week I wanted to focus on something a little less food-based. Without the hardworking farmers and artisans, the market would not exist. Without the musicians who come out to share their talents, R would not be able to shuffle around in a toddler two-step. And without the shoppers, the famers and artisans wouldn’t be able to make a living from their crops. The market truly is a community, and a wonderful one at that. It’s a place where you can make new friends, get better acquainted with the old, and discover things you never knew existed, like 3 en 1’s pupusas and my new favorite snack food. Join me next week as I tackle our next big summer project: gardening. The market has the best deals on flowers I’ve ever seen.
By Britney Earwood, Binford Farmers Market customer and volunteer