Jessica R.
Yelp
Before I begin this review, I should give you some background information. First of all, I've pretty much never shopped at a farmer's market before (yes, I'm a failure as a White Person, I know, forgive me) so although I do approve of them, I don't have a ton of direct experience with other examples to compare this one with. Which is to say, I ain't no expert on farmer's markets, so proceed with caution.
Secondly, I LOATHE grocery shopping, and have literally not gone to the grocery store since I moved into my new apartment (in October). Instead, I have managed to subsist upon "groceries" made ad-hoc and at 2 a.m. with stuff they sell at the Original Ghetto Mart (see my review for the Ideal Discount #4 Market - http://www.yelp.com/biz/ideal-discount-4-market-new-orleans#hrid:3cM3Q6GYa2x3NVimE77Bmg) and Newly Discovered Neighborhood Ghetto Mart (the "discount" "convenience" store that is happily located within a 2-3 minute walk of my front door, which I did *not* Yelp because then you would know where I live. And you might be a crazy stalker. No offense.)
Now that I've decided slices of American Cheese with bread does not constitute a sandwich, and I probably cannot survive for much longer on Coconut M&Ms, VitaminWater and booze, it's become increasingly apparent that I need to go to the f*ing grocery store, or sign up for one of those services that sends you meals and/or groceries, because food is something I remember fondly and would like to reincorporate into my life. It's getting old, and surely there's a service out there that can help with this. Right?
Given my current nutritional intake, I was SO EXCITED when I unexpectedly happened upon the Mid-City Green Market yesterday AND they weren't closing up AND I had cash on me AND therefore I could have real, actual, wholesome, non-plastic cheese and other food! Oh, and bonus, it's totally Satsuma Season! I heart satsumas, and am always sad when the season ends. Thus, my first purchase was a $4 small bag of satsumas. As I continued down the very short aisle of stalls, I bought a loaf of crusty multigrain bread, a one lb. box of Pontchatoula Strawberries, a $1 pint of fresh local milk, and eventually couldn't carry any more stuff. (Did I mention I was on foot?)
Long story short: I heart this tiny, adorable farmer's market because they magically appeared one day, right after I'd been complaining about what a failure of a grownup I am when it comes to feeding myself properly. Thank you, universe!