A week ago today, was almost like being in Italy! After caffe lattes (lots) with families speaking italian surrounding us, Sharon, Brad and I walked through the street market in the Little Italy neighborhood of San Diego.
It was a sunny, beautiful morning, and the vendors were friendly.
With very little effort or imagination, you felt like you were in an Italian town...until you turned around and saw the beach, the palm trees, and San Diego's airport a couple of blocks away.
I bought the most wonderful figs! There were turkish, mission, calimyrna, and green Sicilian figs that were like honey! I bought sage honey too!
The "fig guy" kept giving me samples, and choosing the perfect figs for me to take home. After seeing my enthusiasm and orgasmic joy while eating, he even invited me to a "fig party" next weekend!
We sampled all kinds of sea salt. Aren't they pretty?
The scent of roasting pollo was heavenly.
Here are Sharon and I in "Amici Park". Perfect!
But my favorite photo op was this shot. Nothing "fat free" about me (especially with all those buckets of gelato in my freezer...). But sometimes I am a sweet Italian! LOL
One of my favorite moments was watching two young men walking toward us. They looked like typical California surfers. Jams shorts, flip flops, shirtless, with a towel thrown over their still wet shoulders, but speaking perfect !talian!
Monday's blog: food porn from the market!