Farmer’s Market

Getting out into the community.

The Long-Suffering Wife got an annual family pass to the local museum, which turns out to be an annual family pass to ALL of the San Bernardino County museums, which turns out to be a group of five. She wanted to go tour the local museum after our usual Sunday morning breakfast, which turned out to be a great idea.

It was lovely! A ton of stuff about the history of the area, the whole Roy Rogers & Dale Evans connection, and so on. Also some stuffed critters.

It also turns out that every Sunday morning the local farmer’s market is in the parking lot there. Lesson learned – next time don’t eat breakfast and then come here, just come here and get breakfast! Several very nice BBQ & Mexican food trucks that we were too stuffed to sample.

But the radishes were huge (I was afraid I had gotten beets by mistake) and carrots.

Onion, potatoes, garlic, strawberries, and blueberries, all disgustingly fresh. We’re gonna be eating so healthy…

Remember how I was bitching about not getting enough varieties of apples that aren’t developed and grown for the major grocery store chain markets? Something else to keep an eye out for in future weeks. And oranges. And pears. And…