|Look, some chard!|
This post, in any case, is not about that. But it does inform it. Let's just say I try to do my part; try to buy locally and seasonally, from farmers markets and good butchers, try to avoid peaches in winter (not hard) and grain-fed beef (harder). I'm slowly changing my lifestyle, and it gets easier with time, and much easier with these fantastic bike saddlebags I bought on my trip to Amsterdam.
|Xzibit would be proud.|
Sorry; I take this seriously, I really do. Of course I also take my bike seriously, and like to trick it out like a Berliner at Christmas... but I recognize that these choices are easier to make considering the community in which I live (Brooklyn) and in the socio-economic class to which I belong (non-car owning but able to afford $11 maple syrup on occasion). I can't leave my apartment without tripping over a local-free-range-organic-sustainably-slaughtered-by-Amish-farmers carrot smoothie, so buying peaches in season is pretty damn easy. If I lived in certain areas of Detroit, it might not be.
Which brings me to this: The New Amsterdam Market. Where the Greenmarket leaves off (most prepared foods, greater New England area), the New Amsterdam market jumps in. With vendors hailing from as far as Maine (Port Clyde Fisherman's Co-Op) and as near as the outer boroughs (Queens County Farm Museum, speaking of which, could you hire me?), hawking everything from boule to Brandywines, it's a foodie heaven for New Yorkers.
A lot of the goods are also really expensive, not-even-comparatively speaking.
The market aims to emulate 19th century markets in New York, along with Les Halles in Paris, shut down in the 70s for being a rat-infested hovel. Well, I assume that part will not be recreated, but... I love almost everything about this market. I love the produce, the piles of baguettes, the samples of smoked duck melting in the summer heat, the free tastes of local wine, the rich smell of roasted porchetta. I love that it's hidden behind the tourist mall that is South Street Seaport, with a view of the Brooklyn Bridge shimmering in the background, and is filled with equal parts strollers and bike baskets.
|I swear, there were lots of strollers AND bike baskets.|
|Expensive fucking tomatoes.|