Farmers Markets I Have Known

A history of family, ritual, and adventure through food

Photo by Anne Preble on Unsplash

When I was in high school, in small-town Oklahoma, one of my friends told me something bizarre: Every Saturday, if you went to the motel parking lot around 7 or 8 in the morning, you could buy vegetables out of strangers’ pickup trucks. Apparently the corn was the sweetest anyone had ever tasted. The watermelon wasn’t bad…