…by Meg White
The place Meg puts the stuff she wrote
Saturday Morning Blowout
Categories: Blog, Food

There are some nefarious farmers out there.

I’m not talking about the factory farmers, or the weirdos who think it’s a good idea to feed fish heads to chickens. I’m talking about the folks hawking their wares at the North Center Farmers Market, which takes place every Saturday from 7 a.m. to 1 p.m. But, seeing as my revelation about the evil empire that is this coalition of dusty deliverers of deliciousness began last August, let us rewind.

When I moved to Roscoe Village last year, I was rudely awakened that very first, achy-from-moving Saturday morning at exactly 8:30 a.m. by someone attempting to blow-dry my inner ear. Turns out it was just a team of landscapers presumably hired by my neighbors to blow the leaves out of the narrow space between our place and theirs. No problem.

And then it happened next Saturday at 8:30 a.m.

And the next Saturday at 8:30 a.m.

And so on, until they were killed off by the frost.

Not to be dissuaded from wasting their money, my neighbors must have hired these guys once again, because as soon as the spring thaws came, so did the blowing brigade. I guess we can still sleep in on Sundays…

I was resigned to my fate. That was until this morning, when I finally figured out the whole massive conspiracy. See, the farmers know I won’t get up until much too late to get the good stuff at the market, and I won’t walk all the way up there after approximately 10:46 a.m., because that’s precisely when all the good stuff runs out.

But if I’m woken up at 8:30 a.m., I guess I might as well be productive. And — because I don’t own my own house, so there’s no need get up early to blow invisible leaves around my yard — productivity on a Saturday morning involved spending $20 on some pretty produce. Made a damn good salad, too.

In all seriousness, it was a cute little market. Today at about 9:30 a.m., there were two bakery stands, three or four fruit/veggie stands, eggs, and two stuff-in-jars stands. Some guy with a guitar was setting up. Check it out next time you’re rudely awakened before your time on a sunny Saturday morning.

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