They say a picture is worth a thousand words, so forgive me if this post is short. Yesterday morning Mr. Food Musings and I were in Los Gatos, a wealthy Silicon Valley suburb, after dinner the night before at Manresa (oh me, oh my, wait till I tell you all about it!). After a quick breakfast we wandered over to the Los Gatos farmer's market held near the park underneath big fat leaving trees. It's only a few blocks long, but we found fuzzy pods bursting with fava beans; French-style crepes with butter, sugar and cinnamon; mounds of green beans, green garlic, potatoes in every size and color; strawberries galore; infused balsamic oils and fruity-flavored golden olive oils; lumps of fresh crab meat picked clean from the shell; beds of shaved ice full of oysters being shucked one by one and slurped down by the hungry crowd; and a stand of preserves from Fontana Farms. Mr. FM and I were seduced by the strawberry rhubarb but if I'm ever down that way again, you may see me loading up on raspberry and peach or very berry. The fruit had warmed under the hot morning sun and a dab slithered down my chin before I caught it. The ingredients are simple: just picked fruit, sugar, pectin and lemon. We swiped a flat of big red strawberries and a bag of sweet cherries, then sat for a minute with the sun warming the tops of our heads and shoulders before heading back to the City.
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