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Saturday, August 25, 2012
To market, to market
I love going to the weekly farmer’s market. Of course, the food is always great. That’s where I pick up most of my naturally raised meats. The veggies are amazing. There are plenty of baked goods if that’s your thing. Then there’s the chance to try foods I wouldn’t normally eat. At the last market, I tried some pickled kielbasa. Sounds horrible, I know, but this was wonderful. It was like discovering a new sin.
While all the products are great, one of the big attractions is the chance to connect with people. Market day brings them all out. It can be tough to keep up with friends and relatives. Lives are busy. At least once a week, I’ve got a chance to meet up with people and make plans to see each other later in the week.
Sunday I’m going to a friends to pick up some firebrick. With those bricks I’ll be able to rebuild my kitchen woodstove and keep it running another season. He’s also found some dry firewood for the right price. We’ll get together on that too.
My lovely wife and I met up with some other friends we haven’t seen in a while. They’ve been off on adventures of their own. They just drove from northern New Hampshire to Alaska and back. We got to pick up a few travel tips.
While in town, we caught a free outdoor concert by a sax player we really enjoy. Ran into more friends there. Even heard of a possible job lead for an unemployed buddy of mine.
Market combines so many wonderful things: good food, good friends, and it’s a boost to the local economy. Darn fine mental health break too.
I live in an area of NH known as the Great North Woods. I'm in my dome-i-cile out in the county with my lovely wife and a varying number of family and friends
-part red neck, part hippie but all country. Experimenting and enjoying the adventure of life.