9/13/10

Grocery Shopping 101: The Farmer's Market


I love tomatoes. I like them highly acidic, plump, hard, and with a strong smell. A friend of mine once asked her father what a tomato plant smelled like, and got the reply "a tomato plant smells like a tomato plant." I like my tomatoes to taste like a tomato plant. And I like my tomatoes raw. And mostly I like my tomatoes to be dry-farmed Early Girls from Tomatero Farm. Which, being located in Watsonville, CA, doesn't yet sell their produce in Philadelphia, but does attend my favorite, and previously local, Grand Lake farmer's market.


Which was, for a few years, my weekly grocery stop. And for which I set aside every Saturday morning for every time I find myself back in Oakland, and not just for the tomatoes. So, while tomatoes feature heavily in this post, there's lots of other beautiful produce as well. And some beautiful Oakland people. Who are selling, buying, and eating beautiful produce.



Dry-farming, where the plant gets very little water, and thus spends all its energy producing its fruits, is less productive than normal farming methods, and is also super delicious. My favorite application is tomatoes, of course, but the most excellent strawberries are also grown with this technique - my favorite are Albion strawberries, also from Tomatero Farm's stand.


Actually, I get a lot of stuff from Tomatero Farm.















But there's a bunch of other nifty vendors there too, and one of the wonderful things about farmer's markets is the ability to see, smell, and taste what you're thinking about buying. My tomatoes and strawberries always come from the same stand, but I buy peaches from different folks week to week, depending on what varieties are offered and how they taste.


And some things are more seasonal than others, and you have to get them while they're available. (This being California, strawberries are not one of the seasonal things, but okra seems to be.)


And other things are less seasonal.


That photograph on the right is of chalkboards listing different cuts of meat. I've begun buying meat at farmer's markets more often: it's more expensive, but also more delicious, more sustainable, healthier, and lowers my meat consumption to a more reasonable level. The food festival I went to while I was in California, Eat Real, tried to emphasize those points, but I'd already noticed the improvement in my regular grocery shopping and diet when I got my protein from the market along with my produce. An added benefit is that if I take the time to carefully choose such a wonderful cut of meat, I'll take the time to cook it properly, with good accompaniments, meaning I eat higher quality food and more balanced meals.


And of course, the vendors are always happy to help you make educated choices, recommend ways to cook their produce, and give you plenty of information about what they're selling. They're also usually really awesome.

If, for instance, you need ripe melons for your housewarming party that afternoon, the lady selling melons will go pick out the ripest ones she can find from her huge truckload.














And it's Oakland. There's lots of local "color."



Like the tiniest pink spotted horsie leg-warmers ever, or Jimbo Trout, or whatever those white people are doing.







Also all those crazy local political activists.


Hi dad. Hi mom. Hi lady who wants to take Oakland back. Probably with a baseball bat. Don't be fooled, these people are hardcore.



They're also very serious about their tomatoes.

Ruby Eats Real


Finally, as if you've all been waiting for it, my LONG overdue post about the most amazing food festival of the everything: Eat Real. All the commentary is going to boil down to "here are the amazing things I saw and ate."



(c) Eat Real and/or Robyn Johnson 2009
(c) Eat Real and/or Robyn Johnson 2009
This was the second annual Eat Real Festival, which is held in Oakland and is an offshoot of the Slow Food movement that focuses on local, sustainable street food. My lovely, talented, workaholic friend Robyn is one of the people whose sweat, blood, and tears goes into making it a reality, so I get an insider's perspective on the whole ordeal, minus the insider's stress and hard work. Last summer I was able to tag along on several expeditions to seek out delicious street food, justifying my presence by being willing to have photographs of me posted on Eat Real's site as a model consumer. I'm generous like that. And, um, one of the events required mustaches. First time in the Mission when the hombres didn't hit on us, but the dykes did. And that one drunk guy, who was all "nice beard!"


Anyway, this time around, I wasn't in California to take advantage of the fun food adventures (although I got lots of texts about them – a not-so-subtle ruse to convince me to move back), I did "help" by tweeting the event, averaging about one tweet every hour, when I stopped eating and remembered my job. So I'll put those in this post, so you can get an idea how big a slacker I was being. Also I managed to used the wrong tag for most of the time. Sorry, Robyn.


So mostly I was stuffing my face and wandering around with all the lovely people who showed up for the beautiful weather, exhibitions, and delicious food.


And beer.
Get ready Oakland, it's the last day of #erf2010 and word is there's still some beer left from yesterday. Help us drink all those taps dry!


The happiest dogs are the ones hanging out near the Eat Real Ranch. they just love learning about urban goat farming! #erf2010

There was a moment of calm and linelessness up by the Creme Brulee Cart and Raw Daddy Foods. An oddly successful combination! #erf2010





Just learned that the massive pans used by Gerard's Paella are called paella - that's where the name comes from! #erf2010




"hey hon, i just got to Eat Real."
"oh! great! where are you? I'll come find you!"
"actually, all I want to know is the way to the paella tent."









The lunch lines have formed, but they're moving quickly and there's so many fantastic choices! Eat well and keep it Real! #erfest2010












Most of the goats are in the pen, but one just tried to join the throngs of Eat Realers. He just wants some tacos! #erf2010


Stand in the very short beer line and listen to Carne Cruda wax poetic on Oakland's tightness. #erfest2010





























On red pork: "For some reason America decided to like its pork white. Probably around the same time it started to like suburbs." #erf2010

 
Pig butchers share a jar of moonshine before the competition! #erf2010



 











 "Anytime someone's using a ham, I am a happy man." -Max Stepanian, pig butchery judge. #erf2010
 
(Max is the guy on the right, with the thick curly hair pumping his fist at the sight of the big piece of pork.)



 That's Dave the Butcher, with my new favorite kitchen utensil – the meat saw. Once the pig butchery contest was over, the butchers carried the pork belly to another stage and taught everyone how to make bacon. Except that they'd already had some moonshine at the beginning of the butchery segment, and they were drinking beer during the presentation, so by the end, all the bacon-making directions were rather vague and tangential. Which only made the entire thing better, really.



"Bacon fat is not bad for you...I don't think." -Dave the Butcher #erf2010 Sun Aug 29 19:31:53 2010 via mobile web

Eat Real's main stage mascot – a stuffed chicken.

And that was Eat Real 2010. I'll be back next year. And maybe before then.

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