We’ve been a couple of times.
Jhoan and I went on the first Saturday the Downtown Farmer’s Market was coordinated and then again two weeks later.
A pal of mine, Ken, from out of town was introduced two weeks later.
He drummed up conversations with various sellers and vendors. It was a welcome sight.
This market is such a welcomed oasis of local support, it’s difficult to convey its importance…in my humble opinion.
I’ll try to put this in perspective for you.
When I buy food at a grocery store, I fumble for parking, find a loud cage with wheels (for transporting my purchases), and make my way past mean-mugging employees and lottery ticket salespeople. Once inside, I try to find some veggies and fruit, none of which are from Ontario (often) and whom I would need Airmail postage to communicate with. Loads of “food” on the inside aisles is boxed, canned, preserved, and just plain NOT FOOD. There are babies clothes, patio furniture, vases, garden decor, pharmaceuticals, and more standing between me (in the vegetable aisle) and the eggs (opposite aisle). Don’t get me started on the impatience of the check-out experience.
I think this is common for most shoppers.
This is not a fun experience.
This is generally NOT a social experience.
It’s cold, predictable, and wrong. For me.
Going to the market, the first week, we were late. There was nothing left. Everything was bought already. But the sellers looked eager. We bought some honey and a few little things here and there, and we knew we’d have to return early the following week.
When we did, there was a symphony of food available. We not only bought the best loaf of bread we’ve ever bought as a couple, but we met the man who grew the ingredients, milled them, and baked them into bread! He was friendly! He was eager to teach us a bout his product, and how close his premises were where he made this all possible.
We bought loads of fresh vegetable, grown by the humble individuals behind the tables. With the table standing between myself and my “nourish-er”, it was the closest I’d been to a farmer. To a food producer. A LOCAL food producer! They were here, making my goal to be a locavore not just hopeful, but possible.
The other upside is the LOCAL vendors selling a range of things such as art, soaps and lotions, jewelry and more. Nothing made in China is in these tents, just the people who care more about the viability of their Windsor community than the average bear. And these are nice people to be around.
I urge you to rediscover the space where the old downtown bus depot was located. Between Chatham and Pitt Streets, east of Ouellette.
It’s something Jhoan and I look forward to perusing each week, when the rain isn’t torrential, and when we’re actually in town together.
Eat something from Essex County. It’s good for you. In more ways than one.
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