Buying Locally
Murray Farmers Market
The farmers market in Murray isn’t as big as the one in Pioneer Park. Its quaint, less people, but still has a great selection of local goods. There are many fruit, veggie, bread and even cheese booths to choose from. Everyone is chatting in the slightly chilly morning air, all excited to be at the farmers market. They’re carrying their reusable bags to bear the abundance of produce they will buy. The first table I see is covered with boxes of ripe orange nectarines, juicy raspberries, and mounds of blackberries.The man selling his locally grown fruit smiles at the lady handing him $3 for a large bag of nectarines. I continue walking on, browsing the next larger exhibit of vegetable. Every box and crate is filled to the top with colorful squashes, zucchinis, potatoes, cucumbers, and onions, a delicious variety. Its busy with everyone picking out their perfect vegetable, making sure their ripe and firm. Another table is selling large bushels of raspberries. My mouth waters at the luscious red raspberries. To my delight they are handing out samples. I ask if they use any pesticides on their raspberries, because its harmful to produce. The man kindly answers no and assures me its all organic. I smile as I pop in the raspberry. My watering mouth sucks in the juices of the tart yet sweet raspberry oozing in my mouth. I thank the man and buy a small bunch, because they were too delicious to pass up. The next booth I pass buy is selling local honey. The tiny bears containing the honey smile up at me as I smell the sweet nectar of the quality honey. I move on to a cheese booth. Also with samples of goat cheese spreads. The lady whose selling the cheese tells me all the goats are well taken care of, grass fed, free to roam, generally happy goats. You can tell by the taste of the yummy cheese spreads they are happy. I give in and buy some mozzarella cheese. Next I check out the bread booth, another busy booth. The smell of fresh baked bread hits my nose, I en-hale, enjoying the warm smell. I gaze at the wonderful selection. Asiago, rolls, loafs of every kind, baguettes, french bread, bread for soups, jalapeno bread, tomato loafs, and pastries galore. I buy a strawberry danish while I look around at the different loafs and watch the three busy people who brought the bread help customers, running back and forth between people, bagging bread as quickly as possible. This was definitely one of the busiest booths. There were many more booths. Some selling peppers and salsa, some selling the same zucchini, cucumbers and other veggies. At every booth I passed all the fruits and vegetables looked well grown. Each person selling their produce worked hard to grow and maintain their crops. You could tell they loved what they did, and it didn’t cost them as much to ship the produce out, they could sell it only a couple miles away to the local people who get to enjoy their hard work. I left happy knowing my grocery bag was full and I had helped contribute to locally grown and sold items.
(Everything seemed a lot more colorful and people were nicer because their were selling their food, instead of just an employee at a chain grocery store)
(Most of the food is cheaper than that at grocery stores)
(A lot of the food seems to be fresher and taste better because it hasn't been shipped over seas or across the country to people, it was all grown right here in Utah)
(Everyone who was shopping seems a lot more happy and excited about grocery shopping, instead of some people feel like its a burden sometimes)
(The people who were selling their products really seemed to enjoy what they did and excited to share it with their customers)
Murray Farmers Market
The farmers market in Murray isn’t as big as the one in Pioneer Park. Its quaint, less people, but still has a great selection of local goods. There are many fruit, veggie, bread and even cheese booths to choose from. Everyone is chatting in the slightly chilly morning air, all excited to be at the farmers market. They’re carrying their reusable bags to bear the abundance of produce they will buy. The first table I see is covered with boxes of ripe orange nectarines, juicy raspberries, and mounds of blackberries.The man selling his locally grown fruit smiles at the lady handing him $3 for a large bag of nectarines. I continue walking on, browsing the next larger exhibit of vegetable. Every box and crate is filled to the top with colorful squashes, zucchinis, potatoes, cucumbers, and onions, a delicious variety. Its busy with everyone picking out their perfect vegetable, making sure their ripe and firm. Another table is selling large bushels of raspberries. My mouth waters at the luscious red raspberries. To my delight they are handing out samples. I ask if they use any pesticides on their raspberries, because its harmful to produce. The man kindly answers no and assures me its all organic. I smile as I pop in the raspberry. My watering mouth sucks in the juices of the tart yet sweet raspberry oozing in my mouth. I thank the man and buy a small bunch, because they were too delicious to pass up. The next booth I pass buy is selling local honey. The tiny bears containing the honey smile up at me as I smell the sweet nectar of the quality honey. I move on to a cheese booth. Also with samples of goat cheese spreads. The lady whose selling the cheese tells me all the goats are well taken care of, grass fed, free to roam, generally happy goats. You can tell by the taste of the yummy cheese spreads they are happy. I give in and buy some mozzarella cheese. Next I check out the bread booth, another busy booth. The smell of fresh baked bread hits my nose, I en-hale, enjoying the warm smell. I gaze at the wonderful selection. Asiago, rolls, loafs of every kind, baguettes, french bread, bread for soups, jalapeno bread, tomato loafs, and pastries galore. I buy a strawberry danish while I look around at the different loafs and watch the three busy people who brought the bread help customers, running back and forth between people, bagging bread as quickly as possible. This was definitely one of the busiest booths. There were many more booths. Some selling peppers and salsa, some selling the same zucchini, cucumbers and other veggies. At every booth I passed all the fruits and vegetables looked well grown. Each person selling their produce worked hard to grow and maintain their crops. You could tell they loved what they did, and it didn’t cost them as much to ship the produce out, they could sell it only a couple miles away to the local people who get to enjoy their hard work. I left happy knowing my grocery bag was full and I had helped contribute to locally grown and sold items.
(Everything seemed a lot more colorful and people were nicer because their were selling their food, instead of just an employee at a chain grocery store)
(Most of the food is cheaper than that at grocery stores)
(A lot of the food seems to be fresher and taste better because it hasn't been shipped over seas or across the country to people, it was all grown right here in Utah)
(Everyone who was shopping seems a lot more happy and excited about grocery shopping, instead of some people feel like its a burden sometimes)
(The people who were selling their products really seemed to enjoy what they did and excited to share it with their customers)
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