What our tiny Island farmers’ market may lack in quantity, it makes up for in quality. Over half of the farmers are local to the Island, which means they travel, on average, only five miles or less from their farms to the market. This makes my heart swell.
Many have followed in the footsteps of parents, grandparents and great-grandparents who paved the way for local agriculture, and now, organic farming and sustainable farming practices. Our market proudly displays small, family farmers with big community spirit, talented artists, musicians, and even, a lovable little pony for the kiddies (and adults).
Strolling through the market this time of year means only one thing: Potatoes. And more potatoes. That is, if you happen to see the market through my husband’s eyes. As many of you are well aware, I live with an Irishman. He knows a thing or two about potatoes. This soup is all him. I love him for that.
My heart swells some more.