There comes a time in many a young woman’s life when she decides that she had better start putting her money where her heart is. For me, that means, for one, finally donating some money to This American Life, which we did last month.
It also means becoming a friend of the Salem Saturday Market.
I’ve got two words for how this fateful event has come about:
It turns out that one of the best ways to get to know the valley– and maybe get to see some baby goats in the process — is by joining the Friends of Salem Saturday Market and accompanying them on one of their many field trips.
Picture it — no bus, no jerk in the seat behind you sticking gum in your hair, no tuna salad sandwich that goes bad on the journey — just your own family in a car meeting up with others to tour the facilities of a food producer in the Willamette Valley.
Say, one that makes goat cheese, such as Fairview Farm Dairy.
I need two hands at this point to count the number of people who have talked to me about the storied baby goats of Fairview. The achy green monster inside of me is long past slumbering on this one.
So last week, I sent my check in. Okay, it was only for 10 bucks, but I’m a member now and I’m not going to let another Sunday trip to a goat farm slip me by. A win for this cause is also a win for cuteness.
But really, isn’t it a shame that it took some baby goats to get me to join? I’m already addicted to $6 a carton XL eggs from Terra Vita (and the farm’s swarthy proprietor, Art).
I’ll say it again: Baby goats. Shout it out!