I’m never sure about farmers’ markets. Not only to they present yet another apostrophe conundrum — organised as they mostly are by local business associations, i.e. groups of grocers — but there’s a tendency for the same farmers to traipse around the “circuit”, so each market becomes as personality-less as the chain stores they’re meant to be an anathema to.
So while I like fruit vodka and garlic olives as much as the next bohemian, I’ve taken to reacting much like Earl (of TV’s My Name is…):
But, why am I bringing this up (except as a glorious chance to use the six honest serving-men as a post title)?
Well, because someone has nicked King’s Heath’s “Who’s What?”. When, Why and How are not known.