Last night I spent some time planning the coming week’s meals and making out a grocery list so I would have some parameters for today’s excursion to the much larger Bardstown Road Farmers’ Market. Still it was hard not to buy everything. The crates of sweet little baby watermelons and the ranks of glistening eggplants were especially enticing, but I patiently counseled myself that there would be other Saturdays at the market on which to buy eggplant, watermelon, and pretty purple flowers.
Although Cracker Bearelle and I have both digested Animal, Vegetable, Miracle and The Omnivore’s Dilemma and expressed intellectual assent to the wisdom of eating locally, when faced with the steep prices of farm-raised free-range chicken parts, I wasn’t sure of the strength of our commitment. That would be a conversation I would have to broach with her later, but in the meantime, I decided to buy a dozen eggs (we already buy the free-range chicken eggs at the grocery store) and a pound of ground chicken for Cracker Bearelle’s scrumptious tacos. The chicken breasts for chicken salad with grapes and pecans I’ll buy at K-Rogers tomorrow.
And as it turns out we didn’t need to have much of a conversation: both of us would rather spend more for locally-harvested meats and eat less of it than buy boatloads of factory-farmed meats for cheap.
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