There’s an interesting article in New York Magazine about Amy Hepworth, the farmer who supplies the Park Slope Food Coop with 111 varieties of vegetables and 53 types of fruit, including Winesaps aplles, Ginger Golds, swee CandyCrisps, and plums. She’s a real superstar in these parts.

The meet-the-farmer mania is characterized by a desire for personal
connection. “In the past, people would call me and ask, ‘Where can I
pick apples? Where can I pick pumpkins?’ ” says Coop produce buyer
Allen Zimmerman. “The thought of a farm being ‘our’ farm is new.” Our
farm. Meet your farmer. I went to hear Hepworth speak at the Coop
because I really had come to consider her my farmer: It was like a
brand preference; I’d buy anything she grew, from a purple cauliflower
to a doughnut peach. I liked the idea that I was buying from an actual
person, from an Amy. “Farming for the most part is a man’s world,” says Zimmerman. At the Coop, “Amy is a legend. People meet her and they swoon.”

"When Hepworth gave the community a shout-out—“I love the Coop so
much!”—I almost expected to hear the audience respond with a whoop,
like when the lead singer says the name of your town. Amy Hepworth
feeds Park Slope, where the children are organically grown, the parents
are locavores, and—as I realized that night—the farmers are rock stars."