My Take a Way From the Farmers Market

Last week I visited family in Portland, Oregon, aknowledgeable, helpful, and friendly. Many had
city that has been described as a "Foodiesrecopies or tips that gave out abundantly to help
Paradise." While there we went to a Farmerstheir customers enjoy the fruits of their labors
Market. It was more extensive than any other(pun intended).
market I've ever been to, stretching two cityIt was quite obvious that the sellers took real
blocks on a strip of parkland about fifty yearspride in their products and their work that went
wide.far beyond being a job. Even though farming,
Booth after booth of beautiful, locally harvestedfishing, baking, etc. is hard, physical work they
foods - many I have never before seen includingexhibited a genuine passion for their vocation and
exotic mushrooms, artisan cheeses and bakedshared it with their customers. When I realized
goods, freshly caught seafood, unusual varietiesthat many of the vendors had to work all week
of fruits and vegetables, floral bouquets, jams,to prepare for the Market, pack their trucks very
nuts, candies, sausages, and much more. Weearly in the morning, drive miles from rural areas
walked through the crowds, sampling this andto the city, then set up their booths, sell, and
that, buying some items for dinner, and having apack up at the end of the day I gained real
good time.respect for them because they do it all over
The vendors, for the most part, were the peopleagain week after week in order to make a
who grew or harvested or caught or made thereasonable living.
many delicacies on display. They were