Georgia's Farmers Market: Worth the Drive to Collagen Country
Georgia's Farmers Market
916 E. 15th St., Plano
Try: East Texas peaches
Don't try: apple cobbler in a jar
When I heard there was a farmers market in Plano, I was like, "Oh, you mean Sprouts?" And Plano looked at me all shocked (because her botox-ed face is stuck that way) and said, "No, I mean Georgia's."
Georgia's Farmers Market in Plano has been around since 1996, according to the nice man who rang up our groceries there. They've been reselling produce from local farmers for years and have a great selection of in-season fruits and vegetables, plus a wall of coffees and teas and tons of preserves. And out front, there's a thriving buttload of beautiful plants and flowers.
Right now, they have ripe peaches from at least three different farms. (I chose the ones from East Texas. Yum.) When I was there they also had a kickass selection of squash. There was weird-shaped white squash that I really like to look at but I never seem to buy, there was zucchini, and they had golden squash (different from yellow squash, which they also had). I'd never seen golden squash before (guess I live a pretty sheltered squash life), but I'm glad I picked some up. Taste-wise, golden squash tasted just like yellow squash. But, looks-wise, it's way cuter. Basically, golden squash is yellow squash's hotter sister. Which means I've got golden squash's number on speed dial now and yellow squash is all pissed that I'm never gonna drunk dial her again.
More impressive than their fruit and veggie section is their wall of preserves and canned perishables. There were syrups, jams, jellies and pickled everything. I tried the Georgia's brand spicy garlic pickle chips. They were exactly what they said they would be: tasty, tasty breath rot in a jar. Enemies, please know that in about an hour I'll be showing up on your doorstep to vurp you.
Also in a jar: "ready-to-serve" apple cobbler. My grandmother's ashes just busted out of the urn to slap the crazy out of whoever did this. Cobbler's supposed to be warm and homemade and it's supposed to make the whole house smell like heaven. Jarring cobbler is unAmerican. Or, maybe it's way more American than actually making apple cobbler from scratch these days. All I know is, if you invite me to your house and tell me there's gonna be apple cobbler, then I get all excited about flaky crust and then you scoop some shit out of a jar and call it dessert, asses are getting punched. By me. I will punch your asses. Maybe jarred poser cobbler is delicious. And maybe being nice to skinny bitches is fun. I'll never know. Because I'm never trying either. Eating an Apple Cobbler Yankee Candle sounds more appetizing than eating cobbler out of a jar.
Someone needs a beatin'.
What I will try is Stutzman's Pantry blackberry jalapeno pepper jelly. This was delicious. I would've liked it a little hotter, but the blackberries were really flavorful and the hint of jalapeno was nice. It made a delicious quick appetizer on crackers with a little cream cheese.
On my way out, I noticed a fridge full of Georgia's fresh salsas and fresh tortillas. Instantly decided to make veggie tacos out of the fancy golden squash, zucchini, red bell pepper, cilantro plus the fresh salsa (labeled hot, but was pretty mild) and fresh tortillas. Made a jalapeno ranch sauce to drizzle on top, and it should be noted that the jalapenos at Georgia's do not fuck around. Used half of what I had planned to and the dang effers still burned me from the inside out. Yay for locally grown fire.
Check out Georgia's. It's a barn fulla local tastiness.
The Basket: East Texas peaches, jalapenos, cilantro, golden squash, zucchini, Georgia's fresh salsa, fresh tortillas, Stutzman's Pantry blackberry jalapeno jelly, Georgia's spicy garlic pickle chips