neighborly charm: straight from the farm
She pulled me two blocks to the west, passing by Laurel and a group of casual workers, to Villa Parker, where about 40 farmers and sellers were parked in a large circle in the football field, sell eggs, nuts, fruits, vegetables, honey and fish.
On the day of June, I found my first Vine.
Tomatoes grown during the year and some sweet, very dense peaches, plus the ones I usually eat: lettuce, sweet basil, smart peaches
In the first one: some idiots
A pound and a half of fresh tuna and large red rose potatoes.
I met a neighbor of Pasadena, a friend of the church, the one who lived with me 10 years ago.
Every child under the age of 10 must stop and touch my puppy.
When I went to the vendors, my backpack was full.
As a last stop, I bought a bunch of flowers to go home and plan dinner: a nicoxi salad with burnt red tuna, red oak leaves and butter lettuce, freshly cooked potatoes.
I saw my shadow in the window of rasenland, with dogs, bulging backpacks and arms full of flowers.
I look like a happy hiking lady.
I have been on and off for 10 years since the first market was held at Villa Park center.
That year, I lived in a bungalow next to the park, and I remember the first day when 17 farmers stopped to start selling produce from behind the truck, I looked at it in surprise.
Parker Villa market is the second such market in Southern California. -
The first one is in Canada. -
I have never seen such a thing before.
I was born in my early 50 s and grew up in the supermarket: graded, waxed fruits and vegetables, arranged in a plump, symmetrical pyramid ---
Very beautiful and very hygienic.
In this outdoor market, beets, lettuce, carrots and green vegetables are piled on the table;
It looks like it\'s selling vegetables.
It\'s hard for me to believe this marketing is legal, but I\'m happy.
During my college years, I lived in the countryside of North Carolina and Iowa.
I have goats and fresh vegetables.
In Pasadena, I missed the freshness and flavor of the milk and produce that could never be found in the store.
But the agricultural products I found at the farmers\' market are like this: home --grown.
I was very impressed with the market in the first few weeks.
The whole community (
At that time, mainly by low-
Income of black, Latin American and elderly people)
There are children and babies in the stroller, and old people with crutches.
Many women with plastic woven shopping bags seem to have come to such a market all their lives.
I remember, in turn, I accumulated and tried to manage all the small brown paper bags that hold my purchase ---
This is widespread and is currently being vilified.
Biodegradable plastic bags
In the first market, I bought some of the less sweet Valencia oranges, as well as some of the first hard-to-slice apricots and peaches of the season.
I was disappointed with the lack of tomatoes, although there was a bushel tomato in a few weeks.
I bought lemon and Haas avocado, and dark minerals. rich honeys.
Over the summer, there are melon and peach, white peach, green beans, cucumbers and zucchini.
I remember the stir fry when the first sweet corn arrived.
All prices are lower than the grocery store.
But I remember most clearly that in the first few months of the market there was a feeling of fresh, imperfect produce and all sorts of strange farmers, and the huge attraction to the nearby area. This market is too unfair.
Business: it\'s too human, it\'s too earthy, it\'s too racial, it\'s too anti-cultural, it\'s too promising, so it\'s great to keep going.
I left Pasadena on 1981.
When I came back in 1987, I was surprised to find that although I had a hunch that the Park Center market had been in the rain and rain since I left.
In fact, the market ushered in the tenth anniversary in June.
The same two women, Betty Hamilton and Gretchen Stirling, are there every week.
At 10: 00, one or the other can hear a sharp voice, \"opennnn of the market! ! ! !
\"A few weeks ago, while the farmers were building booths, I found Betty and Gretchen sitting on the tailgate of Betty\'s white truck.
This is a good day in Pasadena, the first few mornings of Santa Ana\'s condition, so clear that you can see the trees that grow on the mountain.
Gretchen, a petite, very Bronze-skinned, cheerful woman with short blonde hair, said that 10 years ago, when the inter-religious Hunger Alliance received a grant to open a farmer\'s market in the state, she has been working in the center near Villa Parker.
\"The design of the market is to help low
\"Income communities and small farmers,\" she said . \".
She has a partnership with community organizer Betty, a tall and handsome woman and a very sunburned woman with a frank, friendly, open face.
The two women messed up the market with some grants.
Today, as a small, non-profit organization, they run five certified farmers markets.
They agree that it is basically a \"share of work\" because managing the market is equivalent to one person doing too much work and not having enough income to support two people.
5% of the food farmers receive per day is assessed-
About the honor system. (
Gretchen claims that most farmers are generous. )
After women paid their own wages and expenses, the rest of the profits were invested in community projects.
The Pasadena market provides funding for youth activities.
Revenue from the Monrovia market flows into the merchant Assn in the city center. account.
\"We have to hand over the money to an allocation committee,\" Betty said . \".
\"Otherwise, we distribute it whenever we see a need anywhere.
\"Their market generated $20,000 in Community funds last year.
The Parker Villa market is an open market, which means that any certified farmer can drive in and build up.
Other markets, such as those held on Saturday morning at Victory Park, have limited space and need to be booked.
To be certified by county agricultural inspectors, the participating farmers must prove that they have grown their own products.
It is rumored that some farmers have rented land to pass the inspection, but they have not actually cultivated it;
Instead, they buy from the agricultural market in the city center.
It rarely happens, says grayqin and Betty.
\"We \'ve been doing this for so long, and we know everyone, where they grow, what their crop is.
We don\'t need to do much police work at all.
Once, Betty forgave herself and walked into a broad
Open the space within the scope of most suppliers and shout: \"The market is open!
\"Men, women and children of different ages and backgrounds stroll, shop and look at each other.
The neighborhood has changed dramatically over the past 10 years.
There are very few blacks today, and there are not many Latinos.
Although there is still a nice mix of characters, white, middle-
Housewives and White Retirees dominate.
In a world where soft fruit is flown in from 10,000 miles away and Burger King takes credit cards, customers at the farmer\'s market have been re-launched
Educated with seasonal diet and cash.
They are also free from the perfect standards of cosmetics in supermarkets. -i. e.
I don\'t know what to find here.
Where else can children in a city see two carrots that surround each other? or Siamese-twin potatoes?
Where else can you get the sesame dish to go to the seed (
It turns out that little yellow flowers are beautiful and delicious)?
A female customer approached and asked if she had handed in a pair of sunglasses last week. They weren\'t.
But Betty told her the lost manand-
A large collection of keys, crutches, and crutches are available at the Found.
\"I understand the key and the cane,\" Betty said . \".
\"But how can people forget crutches?
However, it happens more often than you think.
\"After sitting with Betty and Gretchen for about an hour or so, there was a familiar fear in my heart.
I started to worry that my favorite booth would sell out if I didn\'t start shopping immediately.
I often visit several stalls.
I buy flowers from Stone Bridge Tosh every week;
Apricot, peach, Asian pear or orange (
Depending on the season)
Jim Reiger from Orosi
But I always start to stand at a special lettuce supplier. I called on her name, \"Japan\", many years ago \"(
She had a Korean husband).
My friend and I met in the stands of Japanese women, which featured blue tarps.
When I go to the market with my neighbors, we always start shopping with Japanese women;
Her products are the focus of my attention in the market and the top priority for my shopping.
I hate when I go to the market later that day and she will disappear ---sold out.
In my opinion, Metallographic is selling the best lettuce, forward beans, tomatoes, arugula, big head, radicalization and sweet corn.
She is often besieged.
Her Booth was the only place on the market where I was hit in front and pushed el, where I might do some discreet push bowing myself.
Sometimes, when the crowd becomes crowded and demanding, one of her customers may slide to the back of the table and bag and weigh and sell with her.
I \'ve never been friendly with Sumiko, even though we\'ll exchange bags or money once or twice, and she\'ll look up and say, \"Oh, it\'s you.
\"But my salad, then, like infected, my friend\'s salad, because Sumiko has a good variety of red oak leaves, so the taste and appearance are unique, crunchy butter and red lettuce.
Then she disappeared.
The market moved from an area of the park to a football field in the north.
I was a few times late and weeks passed and I didn\'t see her.
Well, I think, as I know, the salad is over like this.
Actually, I haven\'t been to the market for months.
One Saturday morning a friend took me to the Burbank farmers market and I found the same grade of red oak leaf lettuce and arugula from a young man named Jon.
Soon I met him again at the Park Villa market, this time he was wearing a blue tarp.
He told me that his mother had retired.
Eight years after selling lettuce and other produce at the certified farmers market, she has had enough.
He\'s going to replace her.
Recently, Jon invited me to check out the fields he and his father, Jack King, planted with the help of an employee Jesus.
I found seven.
PLUS Highway 118 runs through 126 acres of land, close to the beautiful and fertile town of Saticoy on the Oxnard Plain.
This flat flood fan of the Santa Clara River, once a patchwork of citrus gardens and rows of crops, has now become more and more paved with a house, a town --
Small trailer park, minimarts and mini-malls.
Nevertheless, with certain visual selectivity, one can see the dramatic Santa Clara Mountains, the remaining lands of the entire wide valley, the soft light and the large clouds rolling in from the West, find a more ancient, rural California\'s compelling beauty of tranquility.
There is no way back in The Golden House.
The operation in the yard, but a small one, no. nonsense farm.
The land is flat and slightly tilted.
The soil is dark, causing gray green, red and bronze for lettuce, broccoli and other cabbage family members.
We meet in the field of equipment, in various parts of sprinkler pipes, tractor accessories and spray rigs ---
Because they used some fertilizer, the lettuce from kims was not shown to be organic.
The crop line is planted from east to west, which is the direction of the wind, which either blows cool from the ocean or warm from the desert.
As we walked into the field, the wet soil filled the soles of our sneakers and continued to pile up until we walked in heavy mud and when we came to the sprinkler pipe we kicked it off.
As we stammered forward, 24-year-old Jon told me how he managed restaurants and sold cars until his father, who wanted to retire, got him into small family operations
Now, in the market, he and Jesus meet in the field at 6 in the morning and cut lettuce.
They use the lettuce kitchen knife, which has a square shape.
Cut the head from the root and 12-
Inch blade for trimming external leaves.
Any roots and leaves left on the ground are plowed back into the soil to obtain the nutrients in it for use by the crop next year.
For a smaller market, such as the market for Villa Parke, they cut 10 boxes of lettuce or 240 heads.
For the bigger market in Burbank, they will cut twice.
After the lettuce is baked, rinse it with water and keep it fresh after cooling.
Between them, Jon and his father went to six or seven markets a week.
John sold in two markets on Thursday. -
The morning of reddondo beach and the afternoon of Pasadena City Hall--
Get home at 9 or 10 in the evening
\"It may not be an easy life,\" said Jon . \".
\"But life is good.
\"We came to a healthy, Blue place --
Green kale is cooked from the ground.
Jon paused, smiled at himself, and told one thing earlier in the day.
When a woman came to pick up a pile of kale, he was packing up and leaving the market. \"How much?
She wants to know.
\"50 cents,\" replied Jon. She frowned.
\"35 cents down all the way,\" she said . \".
Jon is tired and ready to go.
\"Then go back and buy it. That\'s OK.
You won\'t hurt my feelings.
The woman has been thinking about the kale in her hand.
\"But you are much better,\" she said . \"