It’s been a few months since we have bought meat from the grocery store. I feel good about it. I like that the chicken has more flavor, I can make soup stock now, before it was just salty chicken water, we are supporting people who are doing something we believe in, and it just feels better. Being able to call Rebecca at Broadview Ranch to see if we can stop by and pick up some beef is wonderful, they will even let you stop by on a holiday weekend. Anna at Bramble Hollow will ask about your daughter when you pick up chicken from the farmer’s market. It feels close. The lamb guy’s wife just had a baby a few weeks ago and I am sure she will be a regular at the farmer’s market every saturday. When a vendor isn’t there, they are missed, like not seeing Uncle Joe at the family reunion. What I mean to say is, I like how local feels.
Local feels like this…cute girl holding a chicken.
Look at the logo, you see the farm house you think farm, with a gray haired woman in a house dress, a tire swing and a old dog barking up a storm when you pull up. But the truth in this logo, is to the sides, those are chicken houses. Notice you don’t see any chickens outside, around the house, scratching or pecking.
This is where store bought chicken lives
with signs like this
and are processed here