Saturday Farmers' Market

Saturday Farmers’ Market Here’s how it goes at our Farmers’ Market: shoppers all ages, clothing, and races, parents push bundled babies in strollers, children dash eagerly through the crowd. Others meander to and fro, seeking new food and old faces they know. At the top are the hucksters and politicians handing out stickers, buttons, petitions. There’s music: guitars, banjos, accordions, fiddlers, and a guy playing a digeridoo. There’s lines for coffee, authentic Peruvian; for fresh-baked bread: ciabatta, focaccia; for pasta: fettuccini, tagliatelle, agnolotti, maccheroni, chitarra; for cheese: Locarno, cheddar, gouda, and brie. There’s heirloom tomatoes, bok choy, lettuce, kale, Swiss chard, Satsuma mandarins, Fuyu persimmons, just-ripened peaches, nectarines, pears, fresh strawberries, blueberries, plums, just-caught mackerel, salmon, sole, a homeless guy peddling his Sparechanger rag. There’s just-caught mackerel, salmon, sole, fresh strawberries, blueberries, plums, just-ripened peaches, nectarines, pears, Swiss chard, satsuma oranges, and fuyu persimmons. There’s heirloom tomatoes, bok choy, lettuce, kale; cheese: locarno, cheddar, gouda, brie; pasta: fettuccini, tagliatelle, agnolotti, maccheroni, chitarra; and fresh-baked bread: ciabatta, focaccia. There’s lines for coffee, authentic Peruvian, and music: fiddlers, a guy playing a digeridoo, guitar, banjo, and accordion players. At the top, handing out stickers, buttons, petitions are hucksters and politicians. Seeking new food and old faces they know are others meandering to and fro. Children dash eagerly through the crowd, their parents push bundled babies in strollers. With shoppers all ages, clothing, and races, that’s how it goes at our Farmers’ Market.