"I'm movin' to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches" --Presidents of the United States of America

[Stock photo. No actual veggies were harmed in the making of this post.]

You know what's great about this time of year?

Farm stands.*

I love 'em. I always feel good buying produce from a farm stand. Whether it's true or not, I have the belief that a) I am supporting local farmers and b) I am buying something "less processed" and fresher than I could get at the grocery store. I don't really know if either of those things are true but I do so very much want to believe.

I was at a farm stand in Virginia last week that had a "Local Produce" sign up and they had mangoes for sale. In Virginia. In May. I'm not sure why I added the "In May" part. Like maybe it would be more realistic to see Virginia mangoes in August or February. Er, no. Mangoes don't grow here. (Hothouse mangoes?)

So, maybe all the produce wasn't local. But isn't 'local' relative? At what point does local become non-local? Do you go by area code? What about the global community? Can't we all just get along?

So, we got some yellow squash and strawberries and asparagus (asparagi?) and it was a good thing. Good, I tell you. Tasted good and it just felt good, dagnammit.

And it got me thinking about the things you hear at farm stands that you might not hear other places:

"Check out those melons!"

"Put your face in there and smell..."

"Look at the size of that one!"

:)

Happy weekend, People!




* No, this blog has not been hijacked. I know I've been exceedingly whiny lately but I can actually be appreciative once in a while, too.**

** Nuh-HUHHHhhhh!