One of my favorite things about Southern California is the prevalence of farmers markets. I counted once, and there is a market every day but Wednesday within 2 miles of our home. As a midwestern transplant it amazes me that I can go to a farmers market any time of the year and come home with fresh local produce.
The market from this weekend had the most gorgeous multicolored eggs I have ever seen. And baby strawberries! There are not the mutant abnormally large ones that you usually see, but little, sweet, juicy, ruby red ones. I also went a little nuts and bought 10lbs of tangerines, in my defense they were $10 for 10lbs. They called them “juicing tangerines” but they were so sweet I couldn’t help it. I figured I could take them to work for a mid-day snack…but there is a reason they were called juicing tangerines. Oops! I guess there are lots of glasses of tangerine juice in my future, so you won’t hear me complaining.