Market Freaking Moves

Back at the Inn one night shift, I quickly found a list of weekly farmers markets on the county's website.  There were times, addresses, contact names & phone numbers.  I made my own list of markets to check out in person.  With my days open, I could pick a date & hit several markets in a row.

Ocean Beach's Wednesday market was really the only one I'd ever been to.  When I first moved to San Diego in 2010, I used to go a lot & do my own self-guided taste test of the tent's offerings.  I'm sure some of the vendors were annoyed by me since I rarely (if ever) made a purchase.  At least I wasn't a double dipper!

We didn't really have farmers market's where I grew up, at least I never went with family or friends into Peoria to go looking for them.  So, it was cool to see a weekly event that brought out free food, live music & plenty of cheap entertainment via people watching. 

I was spoiled growing up with relatives living on farms, with football field sized gardens in their yard stocked with everything from turnips to zucchini to squash.  There were "U-Pick" strawberry farms in June & my grandma was making cinnamon applesauce in October.  My cousins sold sweet corn on the side of the road every fall.

But, none of that compares to the spectacle that the OB Wednesday market was/is.  No central Illinois pumpkin patch or Christmas tree farm could light a candle to that experience.  With that as my lone market exposure, I was excited to get out there see what the others had in store.