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Sunday, October 05, 2008


How to Fill a Fridge

When we moved from Davis to Berkeley, one of the things we thought we were giving up was the Saturday Farmers Market. The one in Davis, which was two blocks down C Street from our house, was always a bustling collection of farmers with fresh food, strollers and dogs. It was a local institution and always regarded lovingly. In Berkeley, instead of seeking out Farmers Markets, we had our vegetables delivered. We felt good about contributing to local agriculture.

One of the things we've been pleased to discover in Madison is the thriving Farmers' Market scene here in Madison. There's a massive one out on The Square (which is what they (we, maybe soon) call the area near the Capitol). This was surprising. I always thought of Wisconsin's main contribution to the nation's dinner table to be dairy products. And by the way, they hate California dairy products out here.

Closer to us on the West Side of Madison is a small farmers market in the mall parking lot. It's not big and dogs aren't allowed. But it's interesting how much of an effect it has on quality of life. We're still learning about the dynamics of Farmers Markets in places with a real winter. On Saturday, every booth was suggesting buying veggies and freezing them for the winter. The helpful people at the basil stand suggested we take five or six stalks so we could freeze it and have it during the winter. That suggests to me that they don't know that many people who go through basil the way we do. The outdoor market ends on Nov. 1. I heard there was an indoor market during the winter. I'm curious to see what grows out of frozen ground.

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