I can’t get the hang of the farmer’s market. I know it’s a weird thing to say, but I’m having real problems figuring out how to use it. The Logan Square Farmer’s Market has moved to the lobby of the Congress Theater for the winter and, while I never went to the outdoor one out of laziness and weekend sleeping-in, I was always curious about and intended to go.
A little history about me and farmer’s markets: I grew up (mostly) around St. Louis, which is home to the Soulard Market, a large and very old (est. 1779!) farmer’s market, to which my parents and I went a total of once. Probably because back then, in the late 80s/early 90s, it was as much flea-market as it was actual produce market, and it probably wasn’t particularly clean and almost certainly didn’t smell very nice. But, being a forward thinking conscientious young Obama voter, I’ve always liked, you know, the idea of farmer’s markets. I’ve just never been very close to one. Until now.