When we moved up to the northern part of Massachusetts I was surprised to find so many options for produce. I lived in a rural town in Connecticut but moving up “north” was like a whole different world! Who knew the bottle shaped like a lady that held the brown golden liquid I loved to pour on my pancakes as a child wasn’t really maple syrup after all!
We could walk down our road and find local free range eggs, pure maple syrup (from a tree where it’s suppose to come from!!!), and flowers at the end of the neighbors driveway. A quick drive a couple miles down the road brought us to vegetables of all colors and sizes and all sorts of grass fed beef at a local farm store. A day trip could take us to local farm markets in all the surrounding towns and we could get amazing local goods throughout the year!
Yes, all year long! Who would have thought one could have local apples and carrots in January in New England! I thought all produce came from tropical paradises during the winter boy was I wrong! My husband and I love to walk the rows at the various markets picking up items we have never seen before, let alone how to even cook some of these things! As we’ve delved more into a Paleo lifestyle we have tried to break free and change up what local produce we try. Often venturing into uncharted waters creating Romanescu Broccoli purée, Heirloom Tomato sauce, and roasted Purple Carrots and Purple Sweet Potatoes just to name a few.
We now open the door to the local produce and Paleo world for our son by bringing him to the local farm markets, allowing him to dig his own garden, and get dirty chasing free range chickens. We hope these experiences allow him to learn about being sustainable, learning to enjoy new experiences, eating healthy, and to be willing to try new things.
We often allow him (even at two) to pick out his own farm market finds! The most recent find that “paleobaby” (as we fondly call him) picked out was a bag of salad greens! The bag looked very much like a balloon puffed up to hold the delicate greens inside. I’m surprised the tender greens weren’t droopy and mashed from all the shaking he did to those greens while we walked around. It was really more of a toy then a food item in the moment. However, it gives him ownership in the end when we all sit down for a meal to show him ” look it’s the greens from the balloon” and to watch your two year old devour a plate full of kale, frisée, endive, and mizuna things many of my adult friends have never even had. It is the icing on the Paleo cake 😉