Today I checked out the next farmers market on my list, the one in Burr Ridge. Like everything in Burr Ridge, it was very elegant, very classy, and very expensive; only two booths in the whole thing actually had produce. (The baking nuns were there, though…I got a lovely loaf of wheat bread from them…)
I also visited The Farm, a produce stand run by a large farm just a few miles away in Plainfield–in general, their food was much more reasonably priced, and they are only a few minutes away from our house, so that will probably be our primary place for the balance of the summer. Their sweet corn is in, and it looks lovely…
Then there was the local Dominicks, where I needed to stop to get some toothpaste…and where I saw apples advertised proudly as being “locally grown”–until one examined them more closely and discovered that they were actually grown in Washington. State. In what twisted brain is the Pacific Northwest “local” to Chicago?
This makes me proud of my home city. And her churches. (Found at http://lavidalocavore.org/diary/2153/sampler-platter-071809)
Black churches hope farmers markets change eating habits in Chicago ‘food desert’
Local farmers and urban growers are asked to sell food at churches
- By Manya A. Brachear | Tribune reporter
- July 17, 2009
While farmers markets and garden parties might be associated more with upscale wine-and-cheese communities around Chicago, the wine-and-wafer crowds of North Lawndale and other neighborhoods are now getting in on the action, but more out of necessity than to be trendy.
This month, several churches on the city’s South and West Sides have recruited local farmers and urban growers to peddle their produce at farmers markets, filling what organizers called a void in fresh fruit and vegetables in their communities.