During most days of the week during the summer, I find myself flitting back and forth from counter to counter and table to table at Talula’s Table. This, intermingled with assisting the occasional cooking class with Cooking For Real, flanked by Wednesdays at Inverbrook, harvesting and knocking elbows with the magical plant life (and portentous sitings of our resident Heron!) , then of course Fridays at the KSQ Farmers’ Market, where it all is truly brought home, I simply wouldn’t have any other way. Recently, when someone popped the inevitable question, “What is it that you doooo?” and thereupon received the shower of seemingly disparate job titles, I couldn’t help but feel a tad snuffed upon his dismissive response: “Ahh, piecemeal.” It was all I could do to bite my tongue, when what I really wanted to shout was, “No, fool, love meal!” To the outside eye, to be working within such a multi-faceted local food system from these different angles, might seem chaotic and strange– a kind of “scraping-it-together” way of forging a career path. I like to look at it in the same light as was recently shed by a lovely encounter with a total stranger, regarding her acclamation into a new area: “I guess you could say I’m going about trying to find bits and pieces that remind me of home…”home

Besides the simple joy I get from working alongside the most attractive, fresh, and life giving food, and the similarly attributed community of artisans (in the way of farmers, ranchers, cheesemakers, cheesemongers, chefs, artists, teachers, healers, musicians…) that revolve around such life, I am blessed with the good grace of a broad “work-shed,” in which I am constantly meeting new people. Most often, these encounters revolve around–surprise!– food. Some encounters are fleeting, and usually thereby all the more magical and serendipitous. These are the moments I live by, and give me splendid pause at the end of each day. The most present one, and the reason for my rambling tonight, is in the form of a young lady that visited Talula’s the other day. In between the shrill sound effects of a latte, I overheard talk of “food,” and what’s more, “farmers’ markets.” Needless to say, my antennae perked right up– I stretched my neck out and was seamlessly introduced to this lovely stranger who had just moved to the area. “It’s so sad, I just can’t find a farmers’ market like the ones I’m used to at home…” she went on to reminisce  about “her” farmers’ market at home, and how the produce is still warm from the sun, and the beatific farmers rhapsodize about getting up at dawn to harvest food just for their urban family of market goers. A true urban/rural exchange. Well, after that, it was clear to me that this nice lady was obviously new to Kennett Square, and definitely in need of some good old nostalgic farmy authenticity. The coffee counter immediately dissolved, and there I stood in her ruby slippers, remembering that same homesick feeling, new to a place and on the continuous look-out to find things that reminded me of home. Often, this pursuit would play out in the world of food– open air markets, farmers’ markets, farms, other people’s kitchens… And it was here that would transpire a beautiful convergence of something at once ephemeral and very real.  What better way to root one’s self in her new surroundings, than by way of imbibing in the local fruits of the land?  Eating locally literally grounds you in your terroir. What’s more, figuratively, and perhaps spiritually, taking part in the food system puts you in touch with something at your core that for so many feels so distant. After all, was Joni really being such a total idealist hippie when she declared us as “stardust”, and having to” get ourselves back to the garden?” Perhaps, but I think she was on to something.northstarbasket

I am quite certain that it is no minority of folks in today’s climate that are similarly “cobbling” together, if you will, aspects of their present reality, in order to create something greater than the sum of its parts, something truly authentic that derives from some unknown longing, and gradually begins to take on a life of its own, winged by a constant pursuit of an ideal. This, my family, is our “Love Meal.”cobblecobble

So, what’s on the menu for this Friday’s market, you ask? Let’s take a look down the rabbit hole to find a place that looks an awful lot like home…



The Usual Suspects…racheljenny

  • Elkdale Farm
  • Big Sky Bakery
  • Highland Sheep Dairy
  • Inverbrook Farm
  • Nick Castelli’s Potted Plants
  • Guinea Hen Gardens
  • EarthArt
  • Ellen April Soaps
  • Roots Flowers and Bouquets
  • Papa’s Pastries
  • Country Meadows pastured means, eggs and BBQ Chicken
  • Countryside Bakery and Produce
  • K-9 Kraving  Dog food
  • Shadygrove Hanging Plants
  • Great Harvest Bakery
  • God’s Country Creamery

Special and First Friday Vendors…northstararray

  • Amazing Acres Goat Dairy
  • Betty’s Buttons Artisan Fudge
  • Fat Spike Lavender
  • Butterfly Hill Alpaca
  • Happy Cat Organics
  • Northstar Orchards
  • Northcreek Native Plants Nurseries
  • Sweet Christine’s Gluten-Free Confections
  • Senior Center Used Books
  • New Garden Health and Wellness, with free chair massages and Ayurvedic Dosha readings
  • Jewelry by Guenevere

Special Guests and Newcomers!

  • Certified Nutritionist, Ratva A. Dale, with free nutrition consultations and healing with whole foods.
  • S & S Arts and Crafts: local artists with Indian inspired handmade crafts, jewelry and paintings, also offering the cooling practice of Henna body art.
  • Please welcome Lynn and Louise of L & L Dahlia’s, who will be joining us every market from here on out with their lovely dahlia’s!

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