Growing up in Northern California we enjoyed going to the Farmer’s Market on Saturdays, all summer long. Many times the produce was picked that very morning and trucked in to the market. The tomatoes tasted nearly as good as those handpicked from my grandmother’s garden. (Nothing could really compare to Grandmother’s tomatoes because they had an additional nutrient rarely found elsewhere . . . LOVE.)


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