Hello, Again!

Welcome back to another week of market love!!

We know that tomorrow is the kick off to our Champaign County Fair, and we know that so many of you will be busy with that, but if you think about it, in your downtime, why not give us some love, and your orders?

We are here for you…keeping the Lovelight shining bright…

Thank you for another excellent market week, this past week!! We hope to see you, next week!!

XOXO,
Cosmic Pam

Thursday!

Hello, it’s Thursday, and we will be welcoming many of you to the market, tonight, to pick up your orders!!

We will also welcome, Hippie and the Farmer, tonight, with much of their organic produce, straight from their gardens!!

If you forgot to order from the market, feel free to purchase in our little micro market area of the virtual pickup!!

See you, this evening…

XOXO,
Cosmic Pam

Time Flies!

Look at the time!! It’s Wednesday morning, and the sun is shining, and the early morning is giving way to the bewitching hour…

At 8am, the market will close for the week!!

Make sure to stop whatever it is you are doing, and place those orders!! We will be sad if you miss out, this week…

Go…now.

XOXO,
Cosmic Pam

Tuesday, Groovy Tuesday!

Good morning, little local market of love customers!!

Just a quick reminder that it is Tuesday, and you have one more day to get your orders in!!

We close the market at 8am, tomorrow morning, and you will not want to miss out on the fun!!

We said hello to JCGrowers, we said hello to Freestone Peaches and blackberries from Champaign Berry, we said hello to additional cheese selections from Covington Cheese Company, and as always, we say hello to all of the vendors, and their amazing products!!

Let’s do this week!!! Let’s make it a celebration of local…

XOXO,
Cosmic Pam

Welcom Back!

Welcome back,
Your dreams were your ticket out.
Welcome back,
To that same old place that you laughed about.
(Welcome Back-theme song to Welcome Back, Kotter)

It’s Thursday night, again, and with this, we say, Welcome Back!!

Welcome back to the little local market of love, where it’s the love of local meets the love of seasonal, meets the love of nutrition…

The market is now opening, again, for the week!!

We thank you, each and every week, for showing us so much love…

XOXO,
Cosmic Pam

Welcome to our Thursday!!

It’s another Thursday, which means it’s another market night, which means we will also have vendors in the lobby, bringing you a live, micro kind of market, that we have been hosting, each week!!

Make sure to bring extra cash with you, at pick up, or feel free to stop in, even if you didn’t get to order, this week, and get to know the vendors!!

Tonight, we welcome back:

Dugan Road Creamery! (Milk, yogurt, cheese curds)

Herr Family Farms! (Peaches, produce)

Hippie and the Farmer (Freshly picked organic green beans, in 1 pound, and 4 pound bags)

We would LOVE to see you!!

XOXO,
Cosmic Pam

Can't You Hear Me Knockin?

Can’t you hear me knockin’ on your window
Can’t you hear me knockin’ on your door…
(Can’t You Hear Me Knockin’-Rolling Stones)

That’s me…knocking on your morning door to remind you that the market will be closing at 8am, this morning!!

Go ahead, pour some coffee, brew some tea, and knock out those orders…

XOXO,
Cosmic Pam

Tuesday Tango

You know, the Tuesday Tango, when you are trying to dance the day off into the twilight, while figuring out your order for this little local market of love!!

You have all evening, so no need to dance too fast…but, just know, that the market closes at 8am, tomorrow morning.

Tonight, the slow dance moves…once the morning sun rises, it’s time to boogie your hustle right into crunch time!!

Shake your groove thing…make this market swing…

XOXO,
Cosmic Pam

What's The Story Morning Glory?

What’s the story morning glory?
Well…
Need a little time to wake up wake up…
(What’s The Story, Morning Glory?-Oasis)

I had a lot of nicknames when I was young…two of them were, Mary Sunshine, and Morning Glory. Both were very tongue in cheek, in direct conflict with my morning mood as a young child.

I hated to be talked to or looked at, while I was waking up, over my glass of genetically modified Tang Breakfast Drink, and bowl of healthy Trix. I had hair that looked like an egg beater went through it, my eclectic 70s outfits, and my big attitude. So unlike me, in my later years, when I perked right out of bed, grabbed coffee, and a much healthier breakfast, and bopped right out the door.

Anyway…Morning Glory was the nickname my grandmother gave me, and when I stayed the night at her house, she kept me away from the Tang and Twix, and fed me a real breakfast. My grandfather poured me real orange juice, and snuck sips of his coffee to me.

As I got older, I began to notice the difference in food at my house, versus my grandparent’s house. I came from the cliché 70s household where we practiced all of the food fads. When my parents divorced, it was a free for all of packaged, easy, not real food.

Lucky for me, my grandparents were a short bike ride, in the West End, and I biked there for my dinners, and most of the time, slept in my room, at their house, and enjoyed a real breakfast before catching the bus to school.

Now, not saying that my own household was poorly run. It was just a house of the 70s. That’s the direction the food front was taking, and a lot of parents of suburbia jumped on the bus taking them to a life of ease, with very little cooking.

These days, you know me…I’m the old school culinary hippie. I raised my own daughter with my old school, organic, crazy hippie granola ways. I had her in 1993 when the food front was even more of a mess. I refused to join the bandwagon of the moms, back then, and ignored the Lunchables, etc. I was determined to heed my grandmother’s teachings. Real food, in real time.

So, with all this behind me, another fun fact about my nickname, Morning Glory, is that when I very first relocated to this area, back in 1999/2000, I started a brief stint as a muffin baker for early morning delivery to a Springfield business, and yes, you guessed it…I called that little business, Morning Glory.

My grandmother was still living, then, and she helped me go through her old recipes, and together, we brainstormed. But then she got sick, they had to sell there home, and move into a facility better suited for her needs, and then she left us, and I put Morning Glory to rest. My inspiration was gone, and I didn’t want to move it forward without her.

And then, much later, I launched my bread business, and while I named that business a different name, the old Morning Glory attitude has always been there.

So, in your own morning glory state, we are moving into a Monday, and we have many new products added to our market. Take a bit of time while you are waking up, wiping the pixie dust from your eyes, and place your orders…

We are here to make your mornings, your days, your week, easy…

XOXO,
Cosmic Pam

Ain't No Man

There ain’t nobody here,
Who can cause me pain or raise my fear, ‘cause I got only love to share…
If you’re looking for truth I’m proof you’ll find it there…
(Avett Brothers-Ain’t No Man)

Just like our little local market of love…it’s all I’ve got to share…

And, a HUGE dose of love to our customers, our vendors, and the popularity of our new Vendor Night At The Market!!

I am now opening the market, once again, and I urge you to get in on the fun, on the love, and look at all we have to offer!!

If you head to our Facebook page, you will see pictures of the past few weeks with our market pick up items, our fun, and our Vendor Night At The Market!!

All I have is love to share, and all this little local market has to share is it’s love…

Why not make it an all around love fest, this week…go, love, order…

XOXO,
Cosmic Pam