Flour days

The weather was cloudy and temperatures were on the cool side. Sakae said this was pretty typical Portland weather.  It even drizzled the night before but that didn't seem to curb anyone's spirit.  Especially, mine because I finally made it to Portland. I hadn't seen my son in nearly 3 months. Coming from Los Angeles, I am glad I packed my light leather jacket. The first thing I wanted to do in Portland was to visit the farmers market. Sakae and his girlfriend, Binah, who both go to school in Portland, took me to the one nearby their apartment. It was a small market but there were plenty of locally grown produce and even live country music. Nice looking hazelnuts and walnuts. The three of us went wow! when we saw the fresh Italian garlic from Yakima Valley. We bought some of that. Strawberries were on sale but they were not as sweet as the ones I tasted from the farm stand in Washington. I got a little spoiled with the local farm produce on Lopez Island. I bought some asparagus which cost $6 for a fat bunch. Binah bought bags full of fresh peas from two different stands. Why two? She got the second bag of peas because they looked even better than the first. She made me laugh. As always, I bought way too much. That happens when I visit a farmers market. Binah said, "We'll eat it."

Fresh Italian Garlic from Yakima Valley