Y’all know I absolutely adore farmers’ markets. The strawberries are sweeter, the lettuce more crisp, and the local farm eggs beyond fresh. This post is dedicated to farmers’ markets far and wide.
My first open-air market experience was in Santa Monica at the Third Street Promenade market but the best experience by far, was in Paris where the cold autumn air literally bursts with the aromas of fresh mint, parsley, earthy carrots (yes, carrots!!) and apples. Nothing seems to compare to the markets in Europe, but the ones here in the U.S. are pretty good too, without a doubt — namely, the one in La Jolla, which I’ve been going to regularly since I moved back to San Diego.
The tomatoes are beginning to emerge.
I’ve never cooked these before but I must try someday…
It gives me great happiness to go to the market, buy my citrus fruit and avocados and farm-fresh eggs, and rush home to eat it all. It’s almost like I’m giving myself medicine, it is that damn wholesome. The farm eggs, by the way, are the most amazing eggs you could ever eat. I was always aware of how they’re way more fresh than the ones you get at the supermarket but only recently did I find out for myself. The whites are as clear as water, and the yolks a vibrant yellow. You can notice how fresh they are when you fry them over-easy — the yolks run luxuriously and the whites are firm and bouncy. And with that, I end my ode to farmers’ markets! Stay tuned for more adventures…






