Let’s Be Real…
I’m going to go ahead and say that I’m not cultured. I mean grew up in Midland, Texas. The Permian Basin. It was hot, very hot. Dry, run from the car to the indoors before the skin starts cracking, dry. Which means there was no gardening (unless you count the 15-20 day window in the spring) or cultivation of vegetables, fruits, or even flowers for the most part. My knowledge of cooking and prepping the different types of fruits, vegetables, grains, and meats is minimal at best.
Farmer’s markets are a foreign concept to me. People wandering freely checking out the freshest of the fresh produce, flowers, and other organic wonders just baffles me…. eh, and excites me as well. Like how do you know how to prepare almond meal? As soon as I moved to Atlanta, I had heard of the Dekalb Farmer’s Market. And this is what I heard..
“It’s an experience”.
” It’s a madhouse.”
So I decided to see what all the fuss was about. I drove on down to the Farmer’s Market and FROM THE JUMP I was greeted with traffic and pedestrians. This place was massive, y’all. I finally found parking in what seemed like the middle of no where and made my way inside. This was my checklist so far:
-Forget my grocery list? CHECK
-Walked in without a shopping cart? CHECK
-In the way of the hundreds of other shoppers while I gathered myself? AND CHECK
Luckily, my girl [SHOUTOUT TO MALLORY] was a pro a navigating through the masses of people shucking corn and sifting through produce and was able to give me a quick tutorial and show me where everything was located.
Let me tell y’all, the experience was a lot. I was anxious and not prepared. But I managed to find some fresh, delicious food for lunch, dinner and snacks that I…yes I prepared my self (and was a bit tasty might I add). Adulting is very intimidating at times. a simple act of grocery shopping can be a lot if you’re not prepared, but I have learned somethings.
Come with a prepared with a grocery list/meal plans
Listen to aggressive rap to get my mind right for weaving in and out of the isles
Bring cloth bags
Until next time City slickers,