I'll admit it; I've become a bit of a food snob. I no longer just want organic, I now want to interview chickens, check out the "free range," and meet the people behind the magic (and I've been working hard to do it).
My search has led to a few places: Eatwild.com--a directory of local, grass fed meats, eggs, and dairy; Homegrown--the closed food Co-op I visited yesterday; and Petty's Meat Market--known for their gourmet cuts of meat. Today, it took me (or rather my husband took me) to a nearby farmer's market; one rumored to sell quality poultry, pork, and beef for a very reasonable price.
Past the dreamcatchers, just North of the Kettle Corn, I spot him--the legend--the guy that makes mealtimes happen. He looks more like a business man than a farmer, but hey what do farmers look like? I watch from the side while six people wait anxiously for their turn.
"See these? These are Jumbo eggs," he brags, pulling a carton from a cooler.
"Is the ham sliced?" a lady asks, pointing to an unmarked Ziplock bag.
The conditions don't look...well...sanitary, but I'm open. For a minute, my husband and I survey the options: Slabs of bacon, small chickens for $5.00, pre-cut pork chops, sirloin steak. It looks like the kind of food you'd get from your Grandma's walk-in; poorly butchered, with fat stringing down the side. Still, people come and go, waving dollar bills, excitedly loading their purchases into plastic Dollar Store bags.
After several minutes of watching, we notice a few things: the red Cooler--the one that houses the eggs--stays open a lot; the meat case--though it's 70+ degrees outside--shows no condensation; another guy--across the way wrestling sweet potatoes--claims he has sliced turkey in his truck (what is this, meat on consignment???).
In the end, we leave empty handed. Call me picky or poisoned by having a friend who's a health inspector, but I prefer my "fresh" meat the old-fashioned way: wrapped firmly, chilled excessively, handled safely, and with a label.
Altered Today: Embracing my snooty status. Avoiding Meat Roulette and new health complications. Eliminating shopping options.