I tremble with anticipation at the thought of being in wonderful Los Angeles after six months of exile in dreary San Francisco. I am flying next month on a Tuesday night so as to be at the Wednesday farmers market in Santa Monica soon after my arrival. This market is head, shoulders, knees and toes above the much touted Ferry Building market these poor fog-dulled souls survive on up north.
I've been away from Bill Coleman's curry leaves, chamomile, lettuces and offspring for far too long. And the citrus merchants. And the cranberry potato ladies. And the oversexed potato guys. And all of the other blessed, marvelous farmers who make the Wednesday market such a joy.
Please tell me what is now for sale at the market of heavenly delights. I am especially curious about fruit, greens and large vegetables.