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  • From: "Tradingpost" <tradingpost@lobo.net>
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  • Subject: [Livingontheland] Foodie, Beware
  • Date: Tue, 29 Dec 2009 14:41:11 -0700


Foodie, Beware
Is your farmers market just a grocery store with a taco stand and a
didgeridoo?
http://motherjones.com/environment/2009/03/foodie-beware

every saturday morning, I get up early to beat the crowds at the Ferry Plaza
Farmers Market in San Francisco. The nearby Bay Bridge soars above the
shimmering blue water, and the rising sun breaks warm and bright over the
Oakland hills. By 7:30 a.m., most of the vendors are ready for action and we
early shoppers are practically stalking them, standing in wait near our
favorite farmers, looking for the go-ahead nod. Dirty Girl Produce, Star
Route Farms, Frog Hollow Farm Legendary Fruits, Swanton Berry Farm—some of
the most famous purveyors in California sell direct here, a foodie's fantasy
come true. And by 8:30, when I'm usually grabbing a last basket of mushrooms
and beating a retreat, the crowd has become unbearably swollen with post-jog
couples buying scrambled eggs from prepared-food vendors, and tourists
snapping up dried lavender and flavored honeys.

You couldn't ask for a better vision of contemporary gourmet culture at its
most successful: healthy people buying healthy food from happy farmers who
care for the earth. But there's always trouble in paradise, and the Ferry
Plaza Farmers Market version—representative, according to farmers, of the
trouble spreading quietly through the nationwide network of these markets—has
to do with a gulf between appearance and reality. I first took notice in
2006, when Andy Griffin of Mariquita Farm, which supplies some of San
Francisco's top restaurants, suddenly pulled out of the market. At this
star-studded venue, Griffin was a standout, his stall often so crowded you
couldn't elbow your way to the heirloom tomatoes. Surely he was getting rich,
right? But a letter he posted on the Internet suggested otherwise: For the
past few years, he wrote, his gross receipts had actually been falling. "The
market has changed," Griffin said. "Many farms have changed with it by
turning their attention towards providing value added products like juices,
preserves, herbal salts, and snacks that can be eaten out of hand...We've
changed at Mariquita Farm too, by focusing on serving the restaurant trade to
make up for lost retail sales. I figure that if I can't sell fresh vegetables
to diners and tourists, then I'll sell my vegetables to the chefs that cook
for them."

Recently, my favorite farmers made a similar decision. Brandon and Michelle
Ross of Ella Bella Farm had arguably the most devoted and affectionate
clientele at the Ferry Plaza. But over time, I'd noticed in Brandon a rising
frustration with the market demographics. I don't want to put words in his
mouth, so let's say this is how I interpreted our conversations: The booming
market crowds, while fun and all, simply were not translating into greater
produce sales for him and the core farmers giving the place its legitimacy.
Farmers were, rather, the lure, the carnival monkeys, and to make any real
money you had to sling jars of chutney. And Brandon and Michelle did begin to
sling chutney, but they got sick of it. So they were starting over on the Big
Island of Hawaii.

Here's the underlying problem: In 1994, there were 1,755 farmers markets in
the United States; by 2008, there were 4,685. In the big scheme of things,
this is terrific news; it means Americans are learning to feed themselves
properly. But not all parts of the country have seen commensurate explosions
in the number of small-scale local organic farmers. And the driving force in
opening a farmers market is less often the organic revolution than it is
economic revitalization, maybe a local chamber of commerce hoping to tempt
people back to Main Street on weekends. When either is true, that chamber of
commerce might take the path of least resistance and give the market contract
to one of many farmers market associations populated by commercial growers,
who then dominate the booth space. Nothing wrong on the face of this, except
that, lured by funky folding tables in a parking lot, the consumer ends up
going out of his way to buy produce he could get, probably cheaper, at any
supermarket. (In Oakland, some small farmers quit a market when they
discovered other produce vendors doing just that.) Many market managers have
their hearts in the right place, and do want to support local, sustainable
agriculture. Perhaps they also know that without some cute local farmers, the
market ain't gonna fly. But what if you're managing one of these markets, and
the chamber complains that you're not bringing enough people downtown? Well,
hey, okay, maybe it's time to bring in more entertainment—street performers,
guys who can tie balloons into poodles. Maybe you reach out to some
restaurants, too, asking them to set up burrito booths. They aren't required
to use produce from local farmers—but you can charge them a lot more for a
booth, which helps the bottom line. And now Saturday mornings are really
jamming, crowds are gathering for the coffee and the banjo player, and some
of your core vendors guess accurately that a lot of these folks are more
interested in scented candles than in cauliflower. So they gradually switch
their product mix, and that, in turn, encourages still more scented-candle
buyers.

The pressure to grow the overall market causes other subtle changes.
Consumers don't want to make multiple shopping stops, so market managers
strive to offer a diversity of products. Let's say your market doesn't have
an asparagus vendor, and the managers are looking at two candidates: a huge
outfit that sells asparagus to supermarkets and puts up booths at 50 farmers
markets every week, and a local family farm practicing the kind of
sustainable agriculture everyone wants to support. But that small farmer
can't make his nut on asparagus alone. To turn a profit at your market, he'll
have to be able to sell tomatoes, too. The managers know that their other
tomato farmers don't want more competition. So they go with the big outfit
and hope the customers don't notice that they've just paid top dollar for the
same asparagus found at Safeway. "These markets are a fucking hayride—they
aren't real," says a prominent Northern California organic farmer who prefers
not to be identified. "They don't offer a real market opportunity for real
farmers, but the public would rather be deceived because it's too
complicated."

If that sounds too harsh, here's a softer way of putting it: If you just like
buying vegetables off folding tables on the weekends, and don't care where or
how they were grown, you shouldn't trouble your head with any of this. Same
if the lure of your local market is mostly the coffee cart and the street
performers. But if you shop at the farmers market in part to vote with your
food dollars—for a stronger local economy, say, and for better stewardship of
the land, and for a food network that lets you know exactly what you're
putting in your mouth—and if you'd prefer not to feel like a dupe, it turns
out that going to the farmers market isn't enough anymore. Now you actually
have to find out exactly who's behind every folding table, how their business
is really doing, and accept the disappointment the answers are bound to
bring. But isn't that what a farmers market is supposed to be about—caring
about how and where and by whom your food was grown?















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