Who doesn’t enjoy a farmer’s market? I simply cannot image anyone that would not. The hustle and bustle of it all make the market a great place to spend some time. The wonderful smells of food and flowers, the diverse individuals milling about and the sights and sounds of consuming local wares all contribute to the experience. The Saturday before Mother’s Day, Cyn and I made our way to the St. Paul Farmer’s Market. We had been earlier in the season, but things were setup in an alley and there were not many vendors present. This was our first trip of many I imagine. Right now the market is void of fresh produce, but there is so much more to a farmer’s market than produce. There were many things available: lots of flowers, plants, meats, cheeses, sauces and breads to hold my attention for a while. At one point during our walk around the market it began to snow! It was short-lived and everyone had a good laugh. Thankfully, that has been the last sighing of snow in our area. I wish we lived closer to St. Paul as I could go every weekend; it is my Saturday morning cartoon equivalent. We are lucky to have a nice farmer’s market in Red Wing as well. I foresee a trip there this Saturday in search of The Grateful Bread – I’ve missed it over the Winter season.
In 1853 St. Paul was indeed a frontier town. Dirt streets, log cabins and steamboats were the order of the day. As early as 1852 the Minnesota Pioneer newspaper called for an organizational Farmers’ Market. A Market House, a two-story brick building, was constructed at Seventh and Wabasha streets. It was St. Paul’s first public market. While fresh produce was only available during the season, dairy products, flour, cakes and candies could be purchased year-round. For over 150 years The St. Paul Farmers’ Market has been proud to enjoy the support of the community. That tradition of support continues today. For more information regarding the farmer’s market, please visit http://www.stpaulfarmersmarket.com/