To market, to market, jiggity jig.

Visiting the “local” market sounded exciting! In south Florida where citrus blooms and food grows year round, everything just had to be fabulous, right?

Wrong.

 

Eco steps of a local wine and coffee shop

The Blue Goose Wine and Coffee Shoppe is an expensive, eco-friendly, quaint shoppe I found while we resided south with the snow birds. What a pleasant surprise to find how many environmentally friendly and creative, non-wasteful ways they came up with to serve and decorate.

A healthy, yummy, little snack

These are so quick and easy to make. When I’m sick of zucchini bread, I just pull this little number.

Here we go round the mulberry bush…

I never knew what that was, I’d only heard the song as a child. This summer when we moved into our home in Wisconsin, my husband tramped in from bushwhacking through the woods in the back yard to bestow upon me a gift.

To market, to market to buy a fat pig

Home again, home again, jiggity jig.
(Sorry, couldn’t help myself. I’ve been reading too many nursery rhymes.)

Paralyzed with fear there would be no farmer’s market wherever we moved, I’m telling you, small towns refuse to let you down!

Not made of (milk) money

I am trying to make decisions that will affect my child in a positive manner. I was environmentally conscious before she was born, I’m even more so now.

But this?

Last Friday night….

We dined at Subway’s. While there, we got to talking about Larry’s subs. Are you familiar with Larry’s Subs? We weren’t either but they are a fantastic subway shop similar  to Jersey Mike’s that we stumbled across while in Georgia. What surprised us? How environmentally friendly they were. Subway vs Larry’s? Let’s take a look.

Amish find!

I am LOVING Wisconsin. Not only do they have tons of snow in winter, we’re surrounded by dairy farms, the stores are full of fresh cheese, and traffic barely exists in this town But the best find yet?

Amish stores! Amish stores! Amish stores!

Eating local

My friend Ann at the local farmer’s market in south GA always states the only difference between the tomato you buy at the grocery store and the one she’s selling you at the market (picked from her back yard that morning) is 2,000 miles. The taste is the real difference. I couldn’t believe how much better everything tasted when we started growing our own food and buying at the market while in GA.

When we visited the farmer’s market in Fernandina Beach, Florida, shortly after arriving in south GA, we passed a man wearing funny glasses (to catch our attention) on the side of the road along Hwy 40. It worked!

Demand local produce and you shall receive?

We didn’t have much luck in Virginia. And, then we did.