Call me crazy but I decided that for Mothers Day we would all go visit the grand opening of the Logan Square Farmers market for the summer season. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely LOVE this farmers market. Located on a tree lined street along the boulevard in the heart of a burgeoning urban neighborhood you feel like you have stepped out of the city and into the Midwest regions agricultural bounty! These folks have everything from fresh produce, hand made soaps, honey, maple syrup, seedlings, musical performances, and my most favorite blueberry lavender frozen yogurt from our friends at Yoberri Gourmet! In fact, if I have to choose between eating this particular frozen yogurt versus the calorie consumption of an entire meal I’m definitely siding with the dessert.
What does this have to do with our pet pig Elly you ask? While pigs are not purveyors of dairy, we did cheat this one special day and indulged her in said yogurt. I assume it fulfilled her deepest ice cream desires as it does mine. Every. Single. Summer.
Now back to our trip to the market. I knew coming here would be a giant investment of time. Every person we met (and thousands turn out Sunday mornings) would want to meet our porcine friend. We decided to plan appropriately and show up immediately at the 9am opening. All of the vendors were just starting to set up shop and we had a decent run of the place to ourselves. Except of course, pigs don’t typically run, so we weaved slowly around the parked tables while Elly scavenged for food! Fortunately for us, the vendors were keen on our porky friend and offered her unsaleable veggies like these!
Thanks for the DELICIOUS heirloom tomatoes!
While the veggies were definitely fantastic. All of the amazing people made the trip worth the effort and time! There is just something about a pig in the city that gets folks giddy. A young toddler girl got eyes the size of marbles while pointing at Elly exclaiming “PIG!!! PIG!!!” The wonderment on her face and her contagious smile left me feeling amazed right along with her. Her mom mentioned that she loves pigs, but has only seen them in books. She was thankful her daughter got to meet Elly. Grown ups alike were beyond stoked to chat about Elly. What does she eat? Where does she live? I heard they make great pets, is that true? I started to feel a bit like a recording, yet each person was a bit different with their own energy. Somehow I never truly tired of chatting about Elly and as a result we made some great new acquaintances!
We spent 4 amazing hours just roaming. We made friends several times with the helpful guy manning the bike valet tent. Elly loved the long, plush grass under his shaded bicycle abode. She could have stayed there all day I think. At one point while I was paying for tomatoes, Elly (and the daughter) took off running into one of the produce tents. A well meaning shopper tried helping to get control over the rambunctious pig by aiding our daughter in tugging her leash. Elly squealed her loudest, barnyard SQQUEAAALLLL! Everyone stopped confused by the commotion! I thanked her and took over Elly’s lead. You can’t tug a stubborn pig.
One of the last people that we ran into was a local photographer. We actually met her friend first.
She was very talkative and very excited to spend time with Elly. I enjoyed just sitting in the grass with her while her friend Ashley took these intriguing shots! You can check her other amazing work out at www.ashleyletourneau.com
By the end of our day we had spent 4 hours in total meandering around the market. We bought ourselves some rhubarb and asparagus, about 6 different seedlings for our own small, city garden, and a honey wax candle in the shape of a panda for our daughter. We also made a lot of new friends. And in the end, isn’t that the real fun in visiting neighborhood markets? Until next time Logan Square.