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| Philbert the pig enjoys a backslapping good time with a new friend. Reading Terminal Market, Phila., PA |
Yesterday I took time out to see family and spent much of the day with my beloved aunt Nancy and her husband, John. We ended up at Philadelphia's Reading Terminal Market, which I first visited in 1984, and I am so happy to see that it is just as vibrant as ever. I went there almost weekly for the six years I lived in Philly and as often as I could after leaving for graduate school, and I visit every chance I get to return to the city. This market makes Whole Foods look like, well, the shamelessly overpriced, self-righteousness-inspiring, fake-green enterprise that it is... sorry to offend anyone who shops or works there, but seeing the Amish families bringing their foods to Reading Terminal for a quarter the price of Whole Foods, and knowing exactly where this food comes from and who raised it, affirms my belief in truly local markets run by the people who actually raise the foods they offer us.
That said, I will miss this place when I fly back to New Mexico today... and I will renew my commitment to buy locally wherever I am, whenever I can.
I'm linking up this week with
The Studio Sublime's Focus on Life series; please visit the other participants' pages for some really beautiful art in various media.
2 comments:
what a great shot! someone is sure having fun!
That market sounds incredible! And what you had to say about knowing who grew your food is spot on.
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