Every Friday I drive about 3 miles to a local Amish farm. If I'm lucky I can park right next to the door, if I'm unlucky I'll park 4 or 5 buggy's away. Walking through the parking lot I always watch where I step. I learned that from experience.
What happens is this. I walk into an unlit building and choose a plastic box that's overflowing with freshly picked vegetables from a pile of boxes lined up on a wooden table. I check my name off a list and go home and empty the box into my refrigerator.
The next Friday, I return with my empty box, pick up another full one and head home again. It takes a lot of pressure of me. I hate food shopping.
We belong to a local CSA or Community Supported Agriculture. It's a really cool program. You pay X amount of dollars to be a member for a year and what that gets you is a box of freshly picked organic veggies, every week. Show up at the farm between noon and 6 PM and pick up your box. You can't beat it.
We never know what will be in the box, it depends on the growing season, so that's kind of fun.
I like the idea of supporting local family farms. It's also a great deal for organic food, which can be a bit pricey at the grocery store.
The benefit for the farmer is he has a nice cash flow at the beginning of the season and he can spend time marketing his food before his 16 hour days in the field begins.
Our benefit is super fresh food and the exposure to new foods.
Personally getting to know the guy who grows the food that ends up on our table is just an added treat.