I can't help it, going to the Farmer's Market is basically for me in a sense going to church. I did not grow up in a religious family, as you can tell with that sentence. So why is it religious to me? For me it is interacting with my community and those especially who provide one of the most comforting things in the world: Food. Living in California I am all to aware of how those who grow our food are treated, probably a little bit even more, considering my focus in history was California History and my love of food. There is nothing quite like knowing the faces of those who grow your food, going from each stand sampling the unripe fruit, yet even in the unripe state are lusciously sweet that the thought of ripeness is well slightly on the dizzying. Even better knowing the ridicuslously cheap corn you just bought was picked that afternoon (by the way I highly recommend instead of boiling it, fire up the grill, and grill it, brings out the sweetness of the corn against a smoky backdrop, droolingly delicious). Or buying olive oil grown and pressed in your city; love the stuff I just got, has wonderfully spicy bite to it, that I really haven't ever tasted in an olive before.
By the way go smell your nectarines...peaches and apricots have been rhapsodized about and by the naming of this blog you can tell I already belong to the church of apricot, but got take a sniff of your nectarines and enjoy that sweet tangy lush scent.
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