To Market, To Market, To Buy A Fat Pig

Home again, home again

Jiggety-jig.

Kensington Farmer's Market, that is. I heard about a nice farmer's market, Mollie Katzen's favorite, up in the hills above BerkBanyRito, so My Beloved and I went up there to check it out.

And found another reason not to cross bridges for produce. We like the Marin market because it's so large and varied. We like the Berkeley market mostly for the interesting people. We like the Kensington market for three reasons - it's a Sunday market, which makes it a nice spacing from our own Point Richmond market; there is relatively easy parking; and they have good, organic vendors from relatively close by (within 100 miles, anyway).

If you are looking for meats, Marin Sun Farms is there with their pastured meats and they have fresh eggs as well. There's a cheese lady, North Bay Curds & Whey, who makes her own fresh and aged cheese from goat, sheep and cow's milks - she told me she studied at the Vermont Institute for Artisan Cheese and that's credential enough for me. We snagged a wedge. Rumor has it that a chef from Café Rouge is starting his own charcuterie business and will sell at that market, but he either missed coming today or had sold out and folded up his tent by the time we got there.

We chatted with the Hugh from Star Dough who invited us to movie night at his house; bought a cotton flannel baby blanket for our grandson from a woman who calls herself the Harried Housewife (but who looked anything but harried when we met her); and chatted about the weather with a young Asian woman who had cantaloupes of divine fragrance to sell. It's a relatively small market but with lots of interesting booths. We will enjoy many a happy Sunday there, even if the fat pig got away.