I don’t
know if its genetics but it’s a known fact amongst my family that none of us
can garden. That being said, it in no way limited our love for local food just
because our tomato plants always died. Instead we sought refuge in the local
farmer’s markets. At least once a month we’d take the short drive to the farmer’s
market and spend the day there. My mom would shop for groceries and all natural
olive oil and balsamic vinaigrette while my dad would get his fill at the
peanut stand. My siblings and I would search for the kettle corn and any of our
favorite fruits. While we didn’t get all our groceries from the farmer’s
market, we supplemented what we got from the supermarket at the farmer’s
market. My parents always felt it was important to support local businesses as
well as feed us kids with foods that were essentially just good for us. Now,
being a college student away from my family, I miss those weekends at the
farmer’s markets more than ever. Eating locally wasn’t just about eating foods
that I knew were good for me and fresher. It became a symbol of a great family
tradition that I will always cherish. Plus, the Burke farmer’s market always
had the best kettle corn.
Grade: check!
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