Spasmodic rain pellets thwarted us


and other wayfaring Angelenos not from


nimbly navigating towards where


stately merchants hawk their organic farm-fresh cream of the crop in droves.

D'you know what ensues whence there exists a mind-boggling surfeit of intrigue-inducing edibles to procure for the week's groceries?





I, in a dizzying bout on indecisiveness, end up empty tote bagged.

But God really provides, 'cause I was surprised this Sunday past with a bountiful bushel of organic broccoli rabe harvested from the
Bratchers' flourishing
garden of edibly healthified greenery. And let me tell ya, 'tis tasty to the maximus sauteed with onion slivers and garlic.

Thanks a bunch,
Ruby & Ben!
1 comments:
I've always wondered what was that called...my parents been looking for the dandelions to plant..
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