Food Feature Saturday

Since I didn’t have anything exciting to really post about Friday, I didn’t post anything.

Sorry loyal followers.

However, I did fight to visit the famous farmer’s market in Soulard on Saturday. It is one huge place!

They had EVERYTHING from fresh cherries and garden-grown broccoli, to home-grown beef and home-made pastas (St. Louis has a really great Italian area).

It all looked so good, I might have purchased some yummy sweetcorn and a watermelon…

What’s the word? You might have guessed. It’s Farmer’s Market.

Since there really is no definition of a farmer’s market on Webster, we will combine the two with a basic mathematical theory.

Farmer + Market = Farmer’s Market. 

Farmer- person who cultivates land or crops or raises animals.

Market- A public place where a market is held; especially : a place where provisions are sold at wholesale or a retail establishment usually of a specified kind.

Going to the farmer’s market is tradition. Growing up, our small North Missouri town had folks who would set up stands by the courthouse on the square and sell sweet corn, melons and sometimes jams and jellies. However, the Soulard market was much bigger than the one at home. Much, much bigger.

It is a three-day market which begins on Wednesday and runs through Saturday. I caught the tail-end of the market and there were still several vendors. I bought my corn and watermelon both for $5, which is a great deal. Grocery stores in Mo usually charge $5 for the watermelon alone.

Needless to say, I will be going back. Next time for some peaches and broccoli.

However, the Soulard market isn’t the only one in St. Louis. There are several in the area. I went to the Kirkwood market a few weeks ago and found the biggest blackberries I have seen in awhile. Blackberries taste really yummy in the summer too, you know.

Aside from the great selection of produce, a farmer’s market is a great place to meet the folks who raised the food. They can answer questions about how it is grown, where they bought the seeds and how long it took to harvest the sweet corn on the shelf.

Agri-Word wants to know if you like going to the farmer’s market and why? Share and your responses could be featured in next week’s Food Feature Friday.

The American Farmer…Defined

After I posted last week’s blog entry, I had tremendous response on Facebook.

One Facebook friend passed along a poem defining a farmer in her mind. I also stumbled upon another blog post discussing it. It inspired me to use it as this week’s post.

I’m a Just a Farmer, Plain and Simple 
Bobby Collier 
I’m just a farmer, plain and simple.
Not of royal birth, but rather a worker of the earth.
I know not of riches, but rather of patches on my britches.

I’m just a farmer, plain and simple.
I know of drought and rain, of pleasure and pain.
I know the good, the bad, the happy and the sad.

I’m a man of emotions.
A man who loves this land and the beauty of its sand.
I’m just a farmer, plain and simple.

I know the spring’s fresh flow and autumn’s golden glow.
Of a new born calf’s hesitation and an eagle’s destination.
I’m just a farmer, plain and simple.

I know of tall pines and long waiting lines.
I know the warmth of campfires and the agony of flat tires.
I’m just a famer, plain and simple.

I’m a man who loves his job
And the life that I live.
I’m just a farmer, plain and simple.
And I’m a reaper of harvest.
I’m the shower of seeds and I’m the tender of stock.
I’m just a farmer, plain and simple.

I know of planting corn and bailing hay and animals going astray.
I live in a complex world, but my faith guides me.
I’m just a farmer, plain and simple.

I am a man who works with God. I cannot succeed without his help.
For you see, I’m just a farmer, plain and simple.