Carrboro, North Carolina
Born and raised in central Maine, my youth was spent mowing the lawn, kicking a soccer ball against the garage doors, and trying to sneak sugar cereal out of the kitchen cupboards after I was put to bed. More about Tim
South Royalton, Vermont
I am a baby boomer who grew up in a time when the trend in food was convenience and speed. It wasn't the fast-food era, but a post-World War II time when ... More about Warren
We live in Holliston, Massachusetts. When we bought our house in Holliston about 27 years ago, Holliston was a rural/residential town of about 13,000 people. More about Barbara
Wallace, West Virginia
My name is Autumn. I'm 24 years old, and I live in rural north-central West Virginia. I was born and raised in West Virginia, and in 2005 I graduated from ... More about Autumn
My personal interests revolve around the environment, both knowing more about it and getting outside and enjoying my surroundings. This led me down an educational path to ... More about April
This locavore thing has got me a little whacked out.
Saturday morning and the alarm goes off at 6:45am. I pop up, jump into whatever clothing I step on, rinse my mouth out with apple juice and I'm briskly out the door to the farmers' market - racing the other crazies to this year's first cuttings.
We live within walking distance to the market but at this time of the week it's more like a reluctant jogging distance than anything else - way too close for the car or even a bike and just far enough that walking seems - well - like walking.
As I arrive I find myself muttering "What the hell are all these other people doing here... the market doesn't open for another three minutes!"
I snake through the potted herbs and slip past the coolers of frozen meat my pace quickening. As I pass the gazebo and round the corner I see it prominently displayed, shining even in the morning air. The object of this moment's compulsion. My prize. I break into full stride and almost dive into the farmer's table my money in hand.