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Those Lovely Warm Thursday Afternoons...


During the warmer months, Los Altos smells of white jasmines and eucalyptus.

And on every Thursday from May to September, it welcomes the sweetest California farmers to a show and tell of their best locally grown fruits, vegetables, flowers and homemade organic jams.  

And that is not all. There are bakers too, one with freshly baked rustic breads, one that specializes in cookies and macaroons, and another with French pastries.  There is a corn on the cob and baked potatoe truck.  And a kettle corn and crêpe stand. And then there are all the food stalls with various freshly made ethnic and American goodies….   


Although many Bay Area towns host regular farmers’ markets, I must tell you that Los Altos wins the prize for having the most quaint one because of its “Urban Village” feel. 

So Thursdays have become the official prelude to our weekends.  Our kitchen officially closes – our Chef goes sailing.

We meet Mr. Urban at the Farmer’s Market after work.  We start by enjoying samples offered by the farmers and treats of shared corn on the cob while we cheer the UrbanBaby dancing to the live band’s music.  And then we stock up on freshly picked cherries, fennels, tomatoes, and whatever else our eyes fancy, plus two of the moistest cherry chocolate macaroons ever known to man kind.   Sometimes when we really want to treat ourselves, we also buy a small loaf of the “MOST DELICIOUS BANANA BREAD” at the bread stand.  And then we continue the party at home, where Mr. Urban opens a nice $5 bottle of really good wine (because in California, wines that you would pay $25 for elsewhere are forever on sale at Safeway or Trader Joe’s for a handful of bucks).  We usually sit on the patio and let the UrbanBaby stay up way past her bed time (like till 8:00 pm).  



We quietly marvel at the abundance at our table and joyfully sway to whatever tunes Mr. Urban feels like streaming for his girls from Pandora…
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  1. Diane CJune 25, 2010 at 6:38 AM

    Great review of the Los Altos Farmer's Market! Be sure to stop by the Hidden Villa booth as they sell organic vegetables, eggs, and frozen pork/lamb products that were all sustainably raised right in Los Altos Hills!

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  2. Urban GirlJune 27, 2010 at 11:32 PM

    Thanks Diane, will do. Sounds delicious!

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