For a long time, I had a complicated relationship with farmers markets.
āTheyāre hellish,ā Iād tell people, before launching into a profanity-laced rant about the āthronging, sweaty bourgeoisieā frothing and fighting for the first of the fiddle-head ferns.
The truth is, the clamoring crowds kind of freak me out. The last time I went to the Hollywood farmers market, I ran into ā no joke ā seven people I knew, all from different parts of my life, within the span of 20 minutes and before I was even able to lay my hand on a single tomato.
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Sasha Piligian, baker and owner of Ena Bakery, explains how to make it through a Wednesday market without having a panic attack.
And while Iāve always loved the produce, supporting local farmers and how Iām able to watch the seasons go by every year ā as the apples turn to citrus, the citrus to strawberries, the strawberries to melons, melons to figs, and figs back again to apples ā going to the market felt like a chore.
But recently, thatās changed. Most weeks, Iāve found myself taking the long drive to the Wednesday Santa Monica farmers market and leaving not miserable, but ā believe it or not ā excited and inspired!
I wasnāt sure what had shifted until I talked to Sasha Piligian, baker and owner of Ena Bakery. Sasha rarely misses a Wednesday market, and the baked goods she makes usually closely follow the produce thatās in season. She helped me see that the reason Iāve started to enjoy the market more, is Iāve started to build community there, to feel like a part of it.
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Sasha very kindly offered to show me around the market, and the day before I was going to meet her, I sent her the following text:
āWhat do you want everyone to know about the farmers market?ā
She replied with a very lovely voice note, which I thought worthwhile to transcribe and share here.
From Sasha:
āI know this maybe sounds kind of cheesy, but I donāt think itās about where to get the best peach or whatever. Everyone has their preference, and, you know, some places are better than others. āBetter,ā whatever.
But I feel like I really like going to the market, and that itās special because, you know, Iāve been going for over 10 years and itās kind of like a second home.
I think if you are new to going to the market, all you have to do is go.
The farmers really do like to talk about what theyāre excited about.
You can build a relationship with them. Maybe you make something and you bring it to them. They love that.
And then you just build rapport with people. You start to see the same people. Maybe you donāt know their name, maybe you do know their name, but youāre like, āHey, where did you get that?ā
Whatever, um, anyway, sorry, this is 2 minutes. ā©OK, bye.ā
The next day, I toured around the market with Sasha. Sheās in constant conversation with the farmers and other shoppers at the market.
When we found out one farm would be out of apples by October (which is unusually early), Sasha passed the news along to other cooks and bakers, and together they started brainstorming about how they would adapt.
In between buying berries and picking up crates of citrus, she passed out scones to the farmers whose products sheād used to make them: her blackberry dealer from 2 Peas in a Pod, her flour connect at Tehachapi Heritage Grain Project and her lime plug from Schaner Family Farm.
Sasha seemed to know everyone at that market. We could barely walk a few minutes without running into someone she knew. Tagging along, I even made some new friends.
As I looked around, I realized I already recognized some of the vendors, and they recognized me. I bumped into a few chef shoppers Iād met in prior weeks, maybe bonding over how good the Thomchord grapes were, or asking them where they got their Early Girl tomatoes.
If you feel overwhelmed by the market, I encourage you to take Sashaās advice. Just go. Go to whatever farmers market you please, and start talking to people. Chefs, shoppers, farmers.
Youāll probably learn something, and maybe youāll even get a sample of something good.
Yours,
Cody
P.S. Iāll be off next week, and back again the following week to talk to you about my favorite fruit: figs. Until then, happy eating.