Set out to gather local produce at Versailles Farm in Greenwich CT, I drove to where I thought the farm was…..
First mistake. This is what my route ended up looking like.
I didn’t bother entering the address in my car navigation because my mind said the farm was near the Westchester County Airport, near/around Sacred Heart or above it.
I moseyed that direction, backroads, scenic route, rather than taking 684 to the airport exit. It was a great day for a drive. Ha ha. Little did I know.
I got to where I expected Versailles to be but instead there was another farm stand there, Augustines.
Okay, that farm stand looked busy so I popped in. Long line of people getting corn on the cob, the owner behind the counter had control of the corn and was the only one allowed to dole it out. The people in front of me each wanted upwards of a dozen ears, one woman wanted 18. I only wanted two but by my turn there was only one ear left on the counter so the owner went in the back and brought out more. I got the two ears of corn @ $.75c each, four of their heirloom tomatoes, also a box of their heirloom cherry tomatoes, two jalapeño peppers, and the big head of romaine. They had celery but it looked awful. I decided not to take a photo because I didn’t feel comfortable doing that with other people around me.
The haul, $20.50. Seemed reasonable to me.
While still in the parking lot, I figured I best ask my navigation system how to get to 56 Locust but yikes, it told me it would take me 27 minutes and the map looked simply crazy to me. I couldn’t believe my eyes and was tempted to tell the car I knew better, but hey, directions aren’t my jam, so I followed the car’s demands.
All the while I said to myself, self, this is insane. There’s no way Versailles Farm is in the center of Greenwich, but I didn’t know Locust Road by name, so I let myself be blindly led.
Here’s where it took me!! You Greenwich peeps can start howling now. Yes, there are two Locust Roads, but one must be in 06830 and the other, the farm in 06831.
I was laughing so hard I nearly peed in my pants, but wait, there’s more. Good luck from here finding a place to pull over. It wasn’t until I got out onto Putnam Ave that I could pull over and restart the navigation. The car was having trouble with this address and I made it worse by adding the zip code and it thought I wanted to go to Ossining.
Finally, finally, it showed me the right 56 Locust, and yes, you guessed it, it was right near where I thought it was and very near Augustine’s Farm.
Back I went. Over the hill and through the woods. Glenvile Street to King, past Augustine’s, right onto Bedford Road and what I thought would be an easy left onto Locust.
A giant Suburban was coming out of Locust at the wrong point, where I would have turned in. She smiled and waved to me because she knew she was in the wrong lane but at this point there was nothing I could do. I let her out but I had passed the point of being able to turn left myself. Soooooooooo, while the car is telling me Make a legal u-turn Make a legal u-turn Make a legal u-turn and I’m simultaneously trying to cancel the destination, I found I had an antsy pants Maserati behind me and the only place I could dart into was Cutler Road, which had some pretty nice houses so at least it was a decent detour. Phew.
Still with me?
I got to Locust , the correct Locust, (Susie, ask Gideon what the gigantic abandoned house is all about at the corner of Locust), and into Versailles Farm. I don’t know what I was expecting but when I came upon a little tent I wondered if I was supposed to be in a different part of the farm with more good stuff. I thought maybe I was so late getting there that all the produce was sold? Rookie that I am, I followed the other woman there shopping. She seemed to know what she was doing.
The man selling the produce asked me if I was with the B Group, or that’s how my mind interpreted his ask, but then I figured he was asking me if I was with the BEE group, so I said no, I was the Queen Bee. He laughed.
The tomatoes were not what I expected either. Flats of San Marzano tomatoes at $15/flat. I didn’t see any jersey tomatoes for sale even though the sign outside said they had them. They had what I would say was The Whole Foods equivalent of a farm stand. Really quality local goods, for sure, but just not what I think of as a farm stand. Honey. Eggs. Activated charcoal, yes I bought some. I asked what it was for, was told it’s like a detox. I asked how one uses it and I got two answers. The woman next to me said she puts it in water. The guy at the farm stand said he just licks the top of the jar and mixes it with his saliva. Okay then. He added that he had too much to drink last night and the activated charcoal helped him settle his stomach. The woman said it would be the best $5.00 I would spend. I was too embarrassed at this point to say Thanks but no thanks, so I said, sure.
The dried shiitake mushrooms looked great, so too did the cukes, and it was suggested I get them for pickles. Add some garlic to the brine. Voila, pickles.
I got a dozen eggs. Thrown in free, because I guess I was a good egg, two acorn squash.
Honey, shiitakes, eggs, activated charcoal, a box of cukes…..$50 even. And that’s with two FREE acorn squash. I about fell over. I didn’t dare ask how he got there because no one else asked what things cost and while there might have been prices on certain things, I was so busy trying to get out of buying the activated charcoal, I didn’t pay much attention to details like the price.
Grand total for the day produce haul, $70.50!! For my money, I got exactly what I wanted at Augustine’s and should have quit while I was ahead and before I went on a wild goose chase. Beautiful farm tho, Versailles, just way out of my league. That was a once and done for me. Now to decide who to gift the activated charcoal to. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
Easy peasy getting back to The Carraway. Hop on 684 south and bingo.