Since we love to do so at home, we thought it would be fun to shop at a local farmers market while up here in Buffalo, and a nearby Saturday market seemed like just the ticket.
The village of Williamsville is one of the many suburbs that flow into each other on the outskirts of Buffalo. It is one of the older of the many hamlets in the area, settled in the mid-1800s around a mill built on Elicott Creek. The architecture along the tree-lined streets is mostly early 20th-century eclectic, much like that of Arlington, and unlike the midcentury colonials, ranchers, and prairie-style tract homes that populate Heidi's mom's subdivision.
We felt at home as we parked in front of one of the several small independent businesses on Main Street and walked over to the city hall parking lot, but it quickly became clear how far north we are. There were no tomatoes or peaches, but they still had winter apples from last season, as well as lots of greens, onions, a few ears of corn, and some small zucchini. But the most surprising thing to us was that it was a cash-only market, which left us out since we are accustomed to the mostly cash-free economy in the DMV.
Oh, we could have gone back to the car to tap the emergency money we have hidden away, but in the end it didn't seem worth it. We ducked into the local coffee roaster and snag a bag of single estate beans from Huila, Columbia before driving a mile back up Main where we found a locally-sourced green grocer. Still no tomatoes, but we bought a quart of housemade chicken stock and some pickled red onions before heading home, not unsatisfied in the least.
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