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Experiencing The Dallas Farmer’s Market

by Shelly Kneupper Tucker on September 15, 2010©

Elbowing my way through the mass of people at The Dallas Farmer’s Market, I could only think, “This is like grocery shopping at The State Fair!” It had the crowds, the lines, and the noise … without any thrilling rides, decadent corny dogs, or fried Frito pie. There was a vendor selling some very tempting roasted corn, but I didn’t fall for it.

roasted corn

Like the State Fair, it had its share of “hawkers.” As you passed them, they shoved tidbits of fresh fruit toward you, to tempt you to buy. Being a bit of a “germophobe,” I just shuddered and whimpered, “Ewww!” I’m here to tell you that some of the vendors were so aggressive that I thought I was walking through a perfume department at Dillard’s! They didn’t want to hear, “No.”

hawker at Farmer's Market

The Farmer’s Market is nestled smack dab in the middle of Big D, near the arts district, and is surrounded by impressive skyscrapers. Several huge barns shelter the vendors, and allow people to shop in the shade. We visited at the end of the summer season, and it was jammed with people squeezing vegetables.

Dallas skyscrapers

Oh, my goodness! There were tons of varieties of fresh produce in that place. I told you about the “not so yucky Yukon Golds” that I bought to make potato soup, but that was just the tip of the iceberg. Those farmers might not be able to spell, but they darn sure know how to grow food!

Farmers market produce

The farmers made quite a production out of some of the produce. I really wanted the tomatoes, but the farmers were pretty proud of them … they were darned expensive. Don’t they look tempting, though? I’m thinking “salsa!”

tempting tomatoes

I didn’t do a lot of shopping, because I didn’t see too many bargains. I figure that the vendors pay so much for the space that they can’t offer better prices … but the produce was mostly locally grown and it was fresh. Instead of stocking my pantry, I spent my time making new friends.

pooch

I must confess that I had never been to The Dallas Farmer’s Market, even though I don’t live so far away. When some folks who had moved down from up north enthusiastically sung it’s praises, I felt depraved deprived, so I dragged my husband to experience it. I didn’t quite understand my friend’s euphoria. It was an “experience,” but I am not inclined to make it a regular one.

If you are in the area, it’s worth a visit. Expect traffic, crowds, and high prices — and vegetables fresh from the farm. As for me, I’d much rather visit a roadside vegetable stand … and there are plenty of those in my neck of the woods.

{ 4 comments }

Van Sutherland September 15, 2010 at 8:56 am

Nice looking tomatoes! Of course, I could have said the same thing for your previous post. :) Oh, and your photos are really nice! Great composition, exposure, everything!

Shelly Kneupper Tucker September 22, 2010 at 6:02 am

You are kind to say good stuff about my photos, Van. However, I’ve seen yours so mine will never measure up.
“tomatoes” … you guys just have one two things on your mind.

ellen September 17, 2010 at 2:17 pm

I had the pleasure of visiting that market a few years ago – couldn’t leave without a CASE of beautiful mangoes.

Shelly Kneupper Tucker September 22, 2010 at 6:03 am

I love mangoes, but I don’t know how you ate a case full!

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