My Mother and I are headed out this week to see my sister and her family. It will be fun to hang out with sis, help out with my niece’s bas-mitzvah, drive by huge acreage of strawberries and tank up on artichokes. Glenn is holding down the fort while I am gone, but I will try to check emails from the West coast in case there are pressing farm questions folks need answered right away 😉 It facinates me how quickly one cen be out of their own element. What do I miss the most about living on a farm in Massachusetts? The air and the grass.
I’ll try to snap some pics of the Beverly Hills Farmer’s Market so we can all have fresh food envy during our off-season.
It looks just like home, except for the palm trees – I wonder if any of these “local” lemons will make it into some of our farmer friends’ winter csa shares? For some reason my sister didn’t want me to actually stroll through the market, but from the car, I really liked the size and scale of the market. The double line of stalls creating a pedestrian corridor was a great use of a side parking lot between a Toys R Us and the main street. I don’t know what kind of torture it is to get a market location in LA, but if it is anything like Boston, it wasn’t easy!