Eight years ago last month, I was hired to manage the Berkeley Farmers' Markets, a thirty-hour per week job that paid ten dollars an hour.
Making policy can be tough work, especially when those policies affect what we eat.
Strawberries and tomatoes, apple cider and green beans. Berkeley Farmers’ Markets bustle with an abundance of the best of each season’s harvest.
The big yellow truck usually arrives a little late to the Derby Street Tuesday Farmers’ Market. A casual shopper might raise an eyebrow, thinking these late arrivals got up late or took a long lunch break.
As the co-manager of the Ecology Center’s farmers’ markets, I know that birthing a market involves more than lining up growers.