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The Farmers’ market is overcrowded and noisy. Trucks, minivans and white sheds lined up along the road, mixed with the ceaseless sounds of people greeting, chatting, peddling, and bargaining.

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As I strolled from tent to tent, it’s hard not to be amazed by the diversity of the products: Meat, frozen fish, colorful vegetables, homemade soup, pies and smoothies.

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The whole street was like a kind of food carnival. Farmers generously offered their samples to passers-by for free and shoppers, out of curiosity, stop from time to time to look, smell, inspect.

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When I’m at Trader Joe’s, I’ll always push a shopping cart around the neatly-placed shelves to choose from the nicely-piled products.

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Tomatoes all wear an identical sticky label, baby spinach wrapped in plastic bag waits in an open fridge, and when it comes to Trader Joe’s, we mustn’t forget their specialty: precooked frozen food, which ranges from Chinese dumplings to Italian lasagna; from unflavored meatballs to fully prepared combo.

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There’re much more packaged snacks on offer, even with a place where customers are provided with samples and free coffee, but there's still so much missing.

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It’s hard to put the feelings on paper, but I just felt warmer and more natural shopping at the farmers markets. Maybe it’s because I finally grew to meet and talk with the vendor who’s set foot on the farm, instead of interacting with the price tag and knowing nothing about the remote planter.

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Or maybe it’s the noisy and crowded environment that reminds me of shopping like a local, instead of some strange outsider from far away. The farmers market is where people are truly connected. To some extent, we are no longer just vendors and shoppers, but are members of the one community that has a shared appreciation for local food and shared idea of eating healthy.