A highlight of every weekend is visiting the Farmers’ Markets in Eveleigh, but moreso what I get out of it: fresh food and a fresher me.
Until the last few months, I’d never been to a fresh food market. I’d never really thought to. But thanks to my walking Google (the boyfriend), I realised that it’s great to and conventional food is not as good as I imagined (I guess even before him, I despised the mounds of processed food the average person ate. I’ll eventually write an in-depth post about the chemicals on ‘fresh’ fruit and veg in your local Coles, and the aisles of processed #$%!). For now I’ll keep it short.
Short, because that’s what the visit to the markets is, but it leaves an afterglow. I notice the difference in my mind and body when I get (and eat) bags full of fresh organic kale, chinese veg, leek, rhubarb, basil, the best apples in town, tomatoes, mixed bags of stone fruit, and the best gluten free bread you’ll ever taste… even if I look like a dag carting huge bags under my arms with leafy greens hanging out the top, making it hard for myself. Take note: it’s good, it’s fun and everyone at the markets smiles at you and looks healthy and sharp. I love it. My body loves it. Rethinking my supermarket visits and heading off to the Farmers’ Markets each weekend has been one of the best things I’ve done.