This weekend abounds with brunches and blooms and local events to celebrate mothers and all those who mother. Looking for a last-minute way to celebrate? We’ve got a round up of events around the region this Saturday and Sunday. If your mom lives out of town, stop by a market and purchase a gift from a local maker, your dollars will go back into your community and your mom will have a unique gift.
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MOVERS & SHAKERS: Virginia LOA Farm Market Fresh Program
Thanks to a grant, the Virginia LOA and Department of Aging and Rehabilitative Services in partnership with VAFMA have launched a new program, Farm Market Fresh, that provides vouchers to eligible seniors. The vouchers can be used at farmers markets throughout the region.
The program is currently seeking farmers to participate. Farm Market Fresh will give seniors access to healthy, local food options and can generate more sales for participating farmers. LEARN MORE
EVENTS
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5.12-5.14 The Beekeeping Experience - Spikenard Bee Sanctuary, Floyd
5.12-5.13 Blue Ridge Artisan Market - Lynchburg
5.13 Flower Arranging Class - Waynesboro
5.13-5.14 VA Wine Love Weekend at Horton Vineyards- Gordonsville
5.13 Mother’s Day Market - Roanoke
5.13-5.14 Crozet Arts & Crafts Festival - Crozet
5.14 Mother’s Day Drag Brunch - Roanoke
5.14 Candle Making Workshop - Harrisonburg
5.20 Wine & Roses Festival- Fincastle
5.20 Grapes of Wrath: Armored Combat Tournament & Festival - Culpeper
5.21 Food Insecurity & Monacan Nation Screening - Staunton
MORE TO CHEW ON
“You will never outrun a fungus, ever. The fungus is going to win.” 🍄 Has our MUSHROOM FERVOR created a problem? -Modern Farmer
🍰+🥧+🍪+🥐=👩🏿🍳 Can the return of The Great American Baking Show rise to the occasion? - Eater reports
The truth about Tofu. Amid growing soy-related health concerns, NYT dives deep into this stir fry staple 🧈.
Farmer’s Market Meets Dinner Market: The Farmers Market at IX Art Park
Last night, Market Central (Charlottesville) held their first sunset market of the season. The market will run every Thursday throughout the summer from 5-8pm at IX Art Park.
New this year, the market will accept SNAP and will match up to $50 of SNAP produce purchases through the Fresh Match program. SNAP and the Virginia Fresh Match program provide low resource families with access to high quality foods, supports healthy lifestyles and increases sales for farmers. To learn more about Market Central and how you can support their work, follow this link.
POEM OF THE WEEK
Food BY BRENDA HILLMAN In a side booth at MacDonald’s before your music class you go up and down in your seat like an arpeggio under the poster of the talking hamburger: two white eyes rolling around in the top bun, the thin patty of beef imitating the tongue of its animal nature. You eat merrily. I watch the Oakland mommies, trying to understand what it means to be “single.” * Across from us, females of all ages surround the birthday girl. Her pale lace and insufficient being can’t keep them out of her circle. Stripes of yellow and brown all over the place. The poor in spirit have started to arrive, the one with thick midwestern braids twisted like thought on her head; usually she brings her mother. This week, no mother. She mouths her words anyway across the table, space-mama, time-mama, mama who should be there. * Families in line: imagine all this translated by the cry of time moving through us, this place a rubble. The gardens new generations will plant in this spot, and the food will go on in another order. This thought cheers me immensely. That we will be there together, you still seven, bending over the crops pretending to be royalty, that the huge woman with one blind eye and dots like eyes all over her dress will also be there, eating with pleasure as she eats now, right up to the tissue paper, peeling it back like bright exotic petals. * Last year, on the sun-spilled deck in Marin we ate grapes with the Russians; the KGB man fingered them quickly and dutifully, then, in a sad tone to us “We must not eat them so fast, we wait in line so long for these,” he said. * The sight of food going into a woman’s mouth made Byron sick. Food is a metaphor for existence. When Mr. Egotistical Sublime, eating the pasta, poked one finger into his mouth, he made a sound. For some, the curve of the bell pepper seems sensual but it can worry you, the slightly greasy feel of it. * The place I went with your father had an apartment to the left, and in the window, twisted like a huge bowtie, an old print bedspread. One day, when I looked over, someone was watching us, a young girl. The waiter had just brought the first thing: an orange with an avocado sliced up CCCC in an oil of forceful herbs. I couldn’t eat it. The girl’s face stood for something and from it, a little mindless daylight was reflected. The businessmen at the next table were getting off on each other and the young chardonnay. Their briefcases leaned against their ankles. I watched the young girl’s face because for an instant I had seen your face there, unterrified, unhungry, and a little disdainful. Then the waiter brought the food, bands of black seared into it like the memory of a cage. * You smile over your burger, chattering brightly. So often, at our sunny kitchen table, hearing the mantra of the refrigerator, I’ve thought there was nothing I could do but feed you; and I’ve always loved the way you eat, you eat selfishly, humming, bending the french fries to your will, your brown eyes spotting everything: the tall boy who has come in with his mother, repressed rage in espadrilles, and now carries the tray for her. Oh this is fun, says the mother, You stand there with mommy’s purse. And he stands there smiling after her, holding all the patience in the world. Brenda Hillman, “Food” from Bright Existence. Copyright © 1993 by Brenda Hillman. Reprinted with the permission of Wesleyan University Press. Poetry Foundation
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