milkweed, cider, and dancing at the Camden Farmers’ Market
As part of the faculty for the PopTech Social Innovation Fellows program (they are an incredible group) that is brought together before the PopTech conference, I am staying a little above Camden, Maine, near Lincolnville Beach.
In the morning, it is quiet around our wooded cabins and quiet on the beach.
Yesterday I drove to the Camden Farmers’ Market, noticing the paint wearing away on the road, and smiling as I approached the murmur that always accompanies local food vendors setting up;
next week marks the penultimate market for the season, and wonderful local goods were on offer—I almost hugged this seller for obvious reasons (I am a calcium fiend), and the milk itself is the yellowish color and thickness of fresh cream.
My friend and colleague Keryn arrived and introduced me to the smell of Sweet Jenny,
and in her wonderfully energetic way, began to talk warmly about the dedicated sellers and local festivals—all reasons I’d like to be in Camden more often.
At Peacemeal Farm, I bought tiny brussel sprouts and listened while locals
debated which type of potato was the right choice for specific fish,
near jugs of cider,
and tables selling vegetables and wool.
Impossible to pick one of the many colored scarves,
soon dancing began, the music competing with a wandering flutist.
I was more interested in the charcuterie, considering this soppressata and deciding to try the salami with orange peel,
as reaching into the cooler with the beautiful bacon, after making the seller laugh that I had eaten a pig ear sandwich once (he was selling them to feed to dogs).
On the way out, there were baskets perfect for filling with market produce,
and dried arrangements with milkweed,
hard squash and soft pumpkins,
and lovely mushrooms still joined in the large mass they grow in on trees.
Out of the pastries at Atlantic Baking Company,
I picked a swirl that held apples and spices in its crispy layers, and spreading it with local raw butter,
sipping that beautiful raw milk, I headed back to sit and listen to the waves…