It’s been a long, shitty winter here in Chicago. Right about now, most of us natives have climbed the walls a million times and am anxious to shed our skin. Spring has officially sprung and summer is just around the corner. And nothing gets my juices flowing than visiting a farmer’s market.
Local. Fresh. Organic. Amazing.
But ya know what chaps my khakis? What gets under my craw? What knots my knickers in a twist? Publications that forget that “Chicagoland” goes outside of the Chicago city limits.
Um…HELLO! There are 2 million of us out here in the suburbs. Sure, to some, we may be Chicago-Lite, but we’re still here ~ and listen to us roar!
So today when I saw an article highlighting farmer’s markets exclusive to the city, it made me think of all the local farmers on the far north/west/south side of the city that aren’t getting the attention they deserve.
I grew up in the city. I choose to raise my kids in the suburbs. I’ve lived on both sides of the fence and understand them completely. What I’d like to do with this next series is to raise awareness of the awesome people and homegrown products that are out there, beyond city limits.
This summer, I plan to visit as many farmer’s markets in the outskirts of Chicago as possible. I’d like to take pictures and introduce you to some amazing people you never knew existed. Right here, in your extended backyard.
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