I happened upon this article about the links between slow food, farmers, and independent restaurants in the South. I couldn't believe my eyes when I read the opening paragraph:
"Andrea Reusing’s memories of visiting the Central Market in Lancaster, Pennsylvania, through the years are filled with sights of Lebanon bologna and piercing smells of horseradish freshly grated by a man operating an old machine with a foot pedal. Mostly, though, she says, “it was an amazing thing to follow my grandmother around and see all the relationships she had with every farmer and every purveyor there.”
Reading that made me both happy and homesick. But what a serendipitous connection!