|What a wet, cold miserable day! I can't blame the farmers market vendors for mostly deciding to stay in bed with a cup of cocoa. Just five booths were huddled together at the end of the block.|
The Hmong vendors were out of yu choi, so I got a couple bunches of gai lan, which is similar, but sweeter. Plus some baby bok choi. And some pears, heirloom tomatoes and a jar of peach-apple butter.
The photo on the right is Moses trying to get to the treats in my pocket.
Pluto, meanwhile, just kept working on his ennui pose.
(And Sophie's now curled up in her chair, wrapped in a blanket and snoring. Loudly.)