Tuesday … afternoon

It is hard to write a blog almost every day for a year, and find new and exciting things to say, unless there is a fire, or a mudslide, or heavy snow, or a murder. Just kidding about the latter. And if not new and exciting, maybe informative. Well, if not informative, then of interest. It is sort of an informal newspaper column … sort of … with a small readership (much larger than I ever expected). And, if all else fails, post some photos. People like visuals. And I like taking photographs. So, there you have it.
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So, this afternoon’s foray to Cambria for supplies yielded a few photos.

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And when words fail me (OMG, did I say that? And me, a lawyer?) Photos never do. Thanks for reading, and looking, and commenting, when you do. I enjoy the feedback, I really do.

Farmer’s Market

Farmer’s Markets are so colorful. Fresh flowers. Fresh veggies. Fresh fruit. I mean really fresh, and much of it organic. The Farmer’s Markets I have attended here are nothing like the ones I went to in Provence, where they are day-long events. One can be found every day within a 10-20 mile radius. But here, I have the 1/2 day one in Cambria on Fridays.

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See that 8-ball zuccinni? I bought that. Simple way to prepare is to slice, sprinkle with freshly ground salt and pepper and sauté in olive oil. When done, sprinkle with Parmesan cheese. Delish.

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Don’t you just love all the colors at a Farmer’s Market?