Farmer's Market
I decide at the last minute to run down to the farmer's market. First person I see is Jake Yasutomi, from Yasutomi farms. They own Momotaro tomatoes in Southern California. Persimmons.. I dig the smaller kind, not the one like looks like a boob. Lettuce is all good. Butter lettuce is supposed to taste better. I'll see. Winter doesn't have the kick ass good tasting fruit, like the summer.
Paso Almonds... I thought the guy who runs this shop died when the car came barreling through the farmer's market. He's very much alive and this stuff is good.
Paso Almonds... I thought the guy who runs this shop died when the car came barreling through the farmer's market. He's very much alive and this stuff is good.
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2 Comments:
The boobs are American. The small ones are Japanese. This was a setup, wasn't it?
yeah remember when you made me email the paso almonds guy and ask where he was? he replied "i was there, where were you?" dang.
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