Last week, when I was talking about strawberries and how I'm pining after them, I had kinda forgotten that I would be heading to California for Passover. (Yes, a bacon-loving Jew, what can ya do?) On Friday afternoon, I opened my sister's fridge to behold an entire palette of gorgeous local, organic berries from the Marin County Farmers' Market.
I pretty much binged.
Then yesterday we went to said farmers' market—and my head nearly exploded. I got to buy (and later eat) a bunch of things that aren't available in Philadelphia: artichokes, local citrus, avocados, stunning wild arugula. I almost felt like I was cheating.