Our biggest farmers market is known as the Downtown Phoenix Public Market and is held every Saturday morning from 8:00 until noon. The outdoor market is improving with age as more fresh food vendors are replacing the all too many craft vendors. These squash are from Tonopah Rob’s farm, we bought a couple of them along with a bag of small red onions and some basil. Maya’s Farm sold us a large bag of mizuna greens and another of arugula along with some purplish-green okra for our friend Sonal. An elderly guy was offering samples of yulu, the seed of the bonete plant – I have no idea what this really is as I cannot find a reference on the internet but they were yummy enough that we bought a bag.
Sky Aglow
Another typical drive down another typical Phoenix street, under another typical sunset. It is at these beautiful moments one wishes those power poles had been buried underground so as to not disturb the serenity of the scene before us.
Yummy Desert Peaches
After years of eating horrible peaches from the big grocers and the occasional sweet but expensive organic peaches from Whole Foods, I would have never guessed that great-tasting peaches were growing here in the desert. Thanks to Apple Annie’s for the wonderful treats.
Apple Annie’s
Headed down south with my mom Karen and sister Amanda for some apple picking at Apple Annie’s in Willcox. Willcox is about 85 miles east of Tucson in the southeast of our state of Arizona. We picked about 45 pounds of apples that will be made into dehydrated apple rings over the next week or so. Asian pears, red bartlett, and peaches were also ripe for the picking, so a few pounds of those came with. From the orchard, we made our way to the vegetable farm for some tomato picking, along with some peppers. The 28 pounds of tomatoes will be made into tomato sauce and ketchup, the peppers will be pickled and canned.
Light Rail in Phoenix
Construction across Phoenix stretching to Tempe snarls traffic, hurts business, and no one really knows if light rail really has a chance here in Arizona. But the track goes in, the street gets torn up and we all wait to see if people will wait under a 110-degree sun to get on a train going to one of the most boring downtown areas in all of America.
Rainbows Chasing Us
Everywhere we go we are seeing rainbows, what’s going on here? We are on our way home and just like last week, we spot a rainbow; not just any rainbow, it’s another double rainbow. With this kind of luck, we figure this must be a sign to follow the rainbow to find the leprechaun and claim our pot of gold, but you know how that ends. This concludes our Labor Day jaunt to Santa Barbara which is awfully light on details.