Farmer's Markets: future investment or economic guffaw?

I felt like a linebacker running back and forth between the hundreds of people while my husband waited on the thirty-person line, sheepishly wondering why I always talk him into venturing to the Pleasantville farmers market. But I was off, grabbing for that piece of organic bread, this strawberry pie, or that cup of homemade lobster bisque. My usual friendly bravado was gone. It was almost 11 and they were selling out fast. This is serious. Do I really feel healthier eating a hamburger born, raised, and grazed in upstate New York? How high is too high of a price? Somehow I feel that by going the extra mile, or 5 in my case, and spending the extra dollar, I help out local farmers and eat healthier. I think that many Americans feel the same way.