Monday April 27th, 2009
Saturday morning I awoke with a start and felt a rush of excitement jolt through my veins. I was in San Francisco and in less than an hour we were going to the Farmer’s Market! Farmer’s markets hold a special place in my heart. It seems that each one I’ve visited is a celebration of fresh produce, beautiful flowers, and happy people. Yet for me, going to the San Francisco Farmer’s Market felt like finally making it to the promised land- the place of legend- where milk and honey flow freely and glorious food abounds.
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