I finally made it! The South of the James Market!
This Saturday morning tradition is my favorite farmers’ market in Richmond. Due to a crazy weekend travel schedule, I have not been able to make it there since its season opening in early May. It is always busting at the seams with people, strollers, dogs, and delicious food. This week, vegology added one more eager shopper to the mix and I was so excited to be there. So excited that I nearly stripped naked with delight. But we’ll get to that.
Let’s have the loot first, and the story second.
- Arugula (CSA)
- Shelling peas (CSA) *first time!
- Summer squash (CSA)
- Beets (CSA) *first time!
- Carrots (CSA)
- Cucumber (CSA)
- Fennel (Pleitez Produce) *first time!
- Pumpkin cinnamon whole wheat bread (Norwood Cottage)
My CSA share is with Victory Farms. As you can see, I have a lot of cooking to do. It has been awhile since I have highlighted a weird ingredient, and I am looking forward to hitting the books to research what I can do with the fennel. I also have never cooked with beets – can you believe that? And I have never purchased my peas in the shell.
Kyle and I sat on the balcony and shelled the peas when I got home.
Then I told him the story of how I involuntarily joined the ranks of the local entertainment at the market this morning.
It all started with a Crossroads’ bagel with the works.
Paired with an iced coffee, this is the perfect farmers’ market breakfast. I chose a table in direct sunlight, right in front of the Crossroads truck. About 30 people mingled around me, some waiting in line to order, others fixing their coffees with cream and sugar, and still others catching up with friends and family, as human and canine children ran circles around the cafe tables.
Immediately I was a spectacle. I noticed people pointing at my plate and saying, “oh I need to get one of those” and “isn’t that gorgeous” and “excuse me, miss, what is that you are eating?” The Works was a big hit and I was showcasing it to the crowd. Self-conscious about the possibility of cream cheese on my nose and tomato juice running down my chin, I decided I needed to get a napkin to make sure I didn’t look like a sloppy fool in front of the gaggle of onlookers. Only when I took a few steps toward the napkin dispenser and felt the warm breeze on my left cheek did I realize that my sundress had gotten bunched up and caught in my minimal undergarments. Yes, that cheek. I had mooned the farmers’ market.
I readjusted, grabbed my napkin, and scurried back to my seat, my face as red as the thick tomato slices on my bagel. I received no tips, hollers or applause. I thought, perhaps I need to hit the gym a little more often? Although I heard no gasps or groans of disgust so I suppose the yoga routine has been working. Just a local food blogger, enjoying local food, and demonstrating the power of lunges to the good people of RVA.