I am in love. With a farmer. Actually there are a few of them. We meet at least once a week without fail and very often more than once and the connection is strong on both sides. Yes money is exchanged but the relationship runs far deeper than that - it really is a genuine love and one that I keep coming back for. One that should I miss a regular meeting fills me with regret and sorrow. Without my farmers, my life would be far less colourful and disappointment would be a frequent visitor. There is the banana farmer who always slips in a couple of extras (bananas that is) after you have paid; the quiet gentle beef farmers; the lady who smells beautifully of garlic; the slightly mad but lovable man and his free range turkeys; the passionate herb man with his wondrous display of exotics; the cheese men who milk their cows and/or goats and turn this into incredible rich cheeses; the tomato lady; potato man; the couple with their blueberries by the bucket; the farmer with the greens that usually come with some bonus grubs and bugs (that is how you know its real!); the bacon man; lettuce lady.......and the list goes one. Yes they all have names but that is not the important part. Despite this special relationship I am also willing to share. Come along to any local farmers market and you can be a part. In fact go along to you own local farmers market and I can guarantee that you will also fall in love - with the people as well as the food. Supermarkets will never again feel the same - lots of products yet so very little actual food.