Walking through the market, I told Steph that I felt like I was in heaven: the weather was perfect, the smell of herbal soap permeated, everyone was nice, and I was holding hands with my favorite person. It really was an ideal moment.
…and $60.00 later, we were better citizens.
Them’s some pretty radishes.
I, too, am green…but with envy. Suffice it to say that in WI, it’s not exactly avocado season!
Such a toothsome snapshot of the California Republik! ($60?! Jeez. Paradise ain’t cheap). I’m so glad you guys went and had a great time.
Hay – did those grapefruits fall out of the sky and hit you on the foot, too?
Woooo! Super-insidery comment alert!
What time is it? Let me check The Clock!
Who knew that Portlandia could be found so close to Long Beach, but despite the weird social/political/environmental/economical conflict involved in spending so much $$$ on so few calories, we did have a lovely time. And I’d gladly go back for a longer stay.
Oh, class anxiety, I wish I knew how to quit you.
For the record, I judge ye not, for I myself have walked the path of the Farmer$ Market$ lo many these years.