Yesterday AR took me to the Pasadena Victory Park Farmer's Market. It reminded me of when my route from work to the bus after work in Seattle took me through Pike Place Market. There were rows and rows of produce stalls, and I would pick up what I needed for the night. I wasn't feeling the produce purchasing yesterday, but AR pressed a quart of strawberries on me, and they were amazing. So ripe you didn't think they could get riper. You could almost taste the dirt on them. Next week, hopefully I'll be more in the mood to stock my produce larder. 
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