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I’ve had many a farmers market weekends.
So many I can’t count or remember which weekend was the epic boudin bread eating (I ate an entire pumpkin seed whole grain baguette by myself); which weekend was the Cow Girl cheese shaving (I witnessed near boiling gouda cheese being shaved onto a plate of toasted sourdough, diced tomatoes and proscuitto); or which weekend was the free-styling violin playing by a child savant. 217 more words
Bragging rights were mine last week. Not only did I spend the whole week at a little bayside cottage in San Diego, popping out for dips in the ocean or quick barefoot sand jogs or short trips to the Pacific Beach Farmers Market, but I did all of it with two of my favorite people in the world, my besties from high school. 395 more words