It has been raining almost every day for weeks now it seems like. Ever since my family left. But when this morning dawned bright and sunny we knew it would be a perfect day to go check out one of the local farmers markets. So even though I have a huge project that I am still working on for the upcoming trial I have been staffed on, we ran over for half an hour to enjoy looking at all the offerings.
Although Campbell has its own farmers market that is within walking distance, it is on Sundays. So instead we went to the Saratoga farmers market that is actually right next to where we go to church.
There were beautiful flower booths with orchids, narcissus (which I bought - take a moment to appreciate the irony), tulips, cyclamen (that's for you Jessica), gerber daisies and a whole bunch of others.
And of course there were tons of fresh fruit and vegetables. Like mushrooms.
And strawberries (we bought some).
And beets. I thought of Dwight Shrute. And my dad.
And farm fresh eggs.
And fish and other seafood.
And swiss chard. I don't even know what that is or how to cook it, but it was so beautifully and gaily colored that I had to take a picture and I want to figure out what to make with it now.
And honey. Oh boy was there honey. I love honey. So, so, so much.
This is butter lettuce I think.
And of course, since we are in California, there was lots of fresh citrus.
Somehow I missed getting photos of all of the booths with ethnic foods. There were people selling Indian, Afghani, Vietnamese, and Greek foods and products. Almost every booth lets you sample items so we tasted a lamb curry on naan that was baked while we watched (Paul's favorite), fuji apple slices and incredibly strong apple cider, spinach afghani flatbred with a garlic mint yogurt and sweet jalapeno sauce (my favorite), and fresh salsa.
And as we were leaving, we saw trees that are already fluffing out in white blossoms. Not just buds. Blossoms. In January. I love living here.