I'm reading Animal, Vegetable, Miracle by Barbara Kingsolver. A narrative that details her family's year of only buying food raised in their own neighborhood, growing it themselves or learning to do without. It's an interesting read. I don't think it's a lifestyle for an Indiana family. We'd be getting awfully hungry about February, but it's certainly a goal worthy of pursuit. So I headed out early this morning to hit the local farmer's market.
I was hoping to get some late season stragling strawberries, but evidently 9:30 a.m. isn't early to the farmers. In order to get "the good stuff" I was told I need to get there by 8:00 a.m. And with the screwy weather this year, the really good stuff is gone by 8:05 a.m. I still managed to bring home a jar of honey, some sheep's milk soap, a bunch of asparagus, 2 lbs of BBQ pulled pork and some homemade bread and egg noodles made by a very nice Amish family. To help support the local economy I wanted to buy a little something from each vendor, and I did all except one. She was selling cherries. I have two cherry trees of my own that I won't bother with. I'm not a fan of cherries. I don't think I'm the only one, she still had an awful lot of cherries.
I'm going back next week to ask the Amish woman to adopt me. I suppose if she says no, I'll just have to settle for buying some of the cinnamon rolls and other sweets she had there today. I'll bet they're to die for. Can one become Amish? Is there a process to convert I wonder? Cause with the way the world is today, it's starting to seem like maybe they're onto something.