Farmers Market





 

When I was a boy (some would suggest I was never anything but) my mother cooked mainly from scratch, and my parents shopped for fresh fruits and vegetables every Saturday at a nearby farmers market in Poletown, Detroit. You could get everything seasonally fresh, supplanted by imports such as citrus from Florida. Sometimes even, a kitten or a pup.

Alas, the Chene-Ferry Street Farmers Market in my hometown Detroit is no longer anything except an abandoned ruin.



But, the historic Eastern Market is a very thriving affair located in the city's main wholesale food distribution center near Downtown Detroit.


And, in New Jersey where we are currently residing, we shop the local Farmers Market in Paterson most Saturdays in the growing season.

Besides fruit and produce at its freshest at good prices, I also shop for smiles. Also in abundance, as you can see. . .


Angels from Tabernacle, New Jersey



A True Jersey Tomato . . . Princess


"No squeezing the tomatoes!" But, we're tempted.


 Rockin' the radish.


Dad's best helper.


Boyfriend's away at college. Life goes on.



Undaunted by the cold weather.

 

It takes a tough guy to grow tender chive blossoms.


The "Dolly Parton" Tomato


 Chrysanthemum Queen


Spring 2013
(He's smiling. Really.)


Spring 2014


Notice Any Resemblance?


Spring 2015


 Some Farm Animal


Another Farm Animal


Wedding Bells Will Be Ringing


Exchanging Pickling Techniques (and Blessings) 
with Beautiful Hungarian Lady


Growing a Crop of His Own


Ms. Jacinta on Her Sofrito Recipe . . . with Lots of Love



Michele T. Fillion 



Wronski - Fillion Duo



Antonio Vacchiano Montclair Framer's Markets Spring 2015


Ricky Himself 
(THE Radish Connection) 



Danny Adickes








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