Okay, I swear that I’m getting off the computer after I write this, but I am filled with love and needed to express it.
Whenever I go away on a trip, especially somewhere as beautiful as Alaska and Vancouver, I begin fantasizing about moving there. I have lived two places in my life – in Marietta, NC with my parents, and in Greensboro, NC. I think, isn’t it time for a new start, a change?
Then I go to the Greensboro Farmers Curb Market for the first time in several weeks. How did I stay away so long? I would live in Greensboro for the rest of my life because of this place alone.
I bought whey-fed, pastured pork chops. Grass-fed beef. Freestone peaches. Blueberries. Cantaloupe. Yellow squash and Silver Queen corn, enough to freeze some. Cherokee Purple and Sungold tomatoes. Okra. Red sweet pepper. That’s when I made myself stop, only because I was getting really hot and needed to leave.
Otherwise I would have bought fresh baked bread. Handmade soap. Baba ganoush. Marinated goat cheese. Organic beets. Whole free-range chicken. Stone-milled grits. Hydroponic lettuce. Sweet onions. Local honey. New potatoes.
I wish that this place was open every day. Our community is blessed to have this market, and even more blessed because we CREATED this market.