There are some people I would dearly love to entice (back) to California, and while I realize posting these photos is a slightly unfair tactic, I am going ahead with it anyways. Forgive me.
After running errands in town I dropped in on some old Napa friends. As usual, I left with more amazingly perfect and ripe fruit from their gardens (this time plums, peaches, and figs) than one person could safely consume in three days. Luckily I do not live by myself.
Add some brie and Mom's homemade San Francisco sourdough croutons (always in short supply, above) and you have the perfect California lunch (below). Wish [you] were here!
Peaches and plums and figs, oh my!
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ReplyDeleteIsn't it Shakespeare who said: "I love [vermont] better than figs"?. He must never have roasted them with goat cheese.
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