When my husband lost his job last fall in the fall of 2008, he had a vague vision of becoming an organic farmer. I envisioned a new reality show on TLC based on his idea, "Little Jews on the Prairie." Alas we didn't get the show. Okay, we never even tried. His vision was outrageously impractical on so many levels, I could devote an entire blog to it.
But he did manage to get a little closer to the land while helping our community do the same. He helped found a Farmer's Market in north suburban Morton Grove. Working alongside a crack a committee of volunteers, he helped, helps, bring farm-fresh produce to our town every Saturday.
The market opened Memorial Day weekend and, rain aside, it's been great.
The market is as much about community as it is about food. With hundreds of village residents and those from nearby towns stopping in each week, it's a place to meet and greet, to gather with friends and neighbors.
At the market we not only pick up fresh veggies, but we run into family friends, my children's classmates, and even some of my former classmates (who have aged enough that I can call them old classmates). And beyond our seasonal picks, we enjoy fresh donuts from a local bakery, delicious chocolate covered frozen bananas, and other locally produced goodies.