market musings & metric meddlings


The highlight of my weekends here in Illinois, similar to my weekends in Ukraine, consist of a trip to the market. In Ukraine the market is called a “bazaar” or “rinok” and here we call them “farmers’ markets”,  but they’re basically the same idea — fresh local food.

Now that I’m back in Illinois, I feel so lucky to have experienced the magic that is the Ukrainian bazaar as part of my weekly regiment. It taught me what was in-season, when produce peaks, how to eat seasonally, and just how important it is to eat fresh and local. Fortunately for me, I moved from the bread basket of Europe back to the fertile grounds of the Midwest where farmers’ markets sprout weekly in the suburbs.

U.S. farmers’ markets, however wonderful, pale in comparison to Ukrainian bazaars, the bountiful pyramid shaped displays of fresh produce still caked in dirt, with old women shouting prices and professing to you how beautiful her petrushka or morkva looks. They are out selling produce almost every day, in every season — no matter the weather, it’s incredible. In-season produce of Ukraine was CHEAP — fresh, local, and cheap — couldn’t get any better than that!

Local farmers’ markets now seem foreign to me, even though they’re ironically where my local eating education began — between those aisles of white tents with no haggling allowed. But after living in Ukraine it’s all very different. The markets aren’t filled with little old ladies that, hunched back, dug up those carrots herself, but mostly families and farmers that drive down from Michigan or Central/Southern Illinois.

Since my return most farmers’ market visits are spent thinking — everything is so…so…clean. Where’s the dirt? Why are those carrots and beets so small? You’re charging how much for potatoes?!? It has been strange to realize that no public transportation to the market is needed and I don’t have to worry about carrying it all back since we just drive. Most bazaar trips in Ukraine would take up half a day and leave me with sore shoulders wishing that I didn’t eat an apple a day and that potatoes could somehow miraculously be lightweight.

I often forget I can’t order things in Ukrainian or Russian or by the kilogram. I got some pretty weird looks when I tried to order some salad in grams at the Whole Foods deli. I tried to make-up for my honest mistake by switching to ounces and then ultimately admitting I forgot the U.S. doesn’t use metric so “just give me that small plastic container, yea that one”. The workers timidly handed me my container of salad, probably looking for some white remnants around my nose or needle marks, wondering what the hell was wrong with me. I figured it was easier for them to assume whatever they did than explaining (in what I imagine would come out with a cowboy accent) “I’m not from arrrrround heeeeeere!”.  Maybe I’d go on to say there’s a snake in my boot and then quickly leave the premises….I wish that’s how it went. But I’m probably just known as that weird “grams girl”.  I might go back and try to order in grams again, just to see what they do, maybe even add a little bit of Tyrone Biggums reenactment in too.

Anyways, enough of terrorizing the Whole Foods deli workers. In a few weeks I’ll be moving to Iowa City to begin my MFA in Book Arts at the University of Iowa. My mom and I made our first trip (ever!) out to the campus and moved some things into my apartment (aka spent hours assembling Ikea furniture). It was so nice to see where I’ll be spending the next three years of my life….which is super weird to think…three years, in once place!

Prior to making my campus visit, everyone I met told me I’d just love Iowa City. And they were right, well what I saw of it I did love — loads of trees and grass, historic homes with wrap around porches, ridiculously friendly people, bike paths galore, and a river running through it. To my surprise it’s much hillier than I expected (with a HUGE hill right by my apartment, yeeea that’ll be fun to bike and run). My apartment is a lovely old building with hardwood floors (a dream come true!), a shower with hot water, a toilet that’s attached to the floor, and no (apparent) holes in the walls for slugs and toads. I really have such high living standards now. But really, it’s a cute place and gets tons of light, unlike my current abode, which means (drumroll please) — the perfect set up for food photography!!! Yes, this is how my brain works.

My future flatmate and fellow Illinoisian (whom I found via Craigslist while I was in Ukraine), informed me of the best news ever — Iowa City has farmers’ markets, two times a week. TWO TIMES! Now my weekend highlight can also be my mid-week highlight and I can keep on eatin’ fresh and reliving my bazaar moments (not bizarre moments, though I have plenty of those too).

I will most likely forever miss the bazaars of Ukraine, but I am still thankful for any amount of fresh local eating I can be a part of, thanks Iowa City! I have a feeling we’ll become good friends.


fresh Thai basil — smells of black licorice! Fresh basil is the best.


morkva — carrots


sugar snap peas if you please


Michigan blueberries are the greatest


red kale


(I promise I won’t always take photos of my farmers’ market purchases. Okay, maybe not promise, but I’ll try)

5 thoughts on “market musings & metric meddlings

    • Jayson! Good to hear from you! I hope things are going well for you at your site. You know, I thought of making a calendar while there but never actually did. tragic! But, I can look through the semi-outrageous amount of photos I took and figure out some sort of calendar for you. It would be handy to have! I’ll get back to you!

  1. Yeah what is up with the tiny beets here?! Though I am thrilled that they come with the beautiful greens. Sounds like you have a great place in Iowa — I’m sure you’ll kick butt in the MFA program and I’m looking forward to seeing some of those naturally-lit food photos!

  2. that would be awesome… but a lot of work! No worries, it sound like you have a lot going on being back in the US. I’m sure I will slowly but surely figure out what and when I can buy things here. I’m in the West near the Carpthians. It’s beautiful! Good luck with everything!

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