Here I am cooking with my sister

I am making pan fried fish in this picture. I get to roll the fish in the bread crumbs.

A few weeks ago the LA times wrote an article in the food section bemoaning the success of farmers markets because the farmers no longer had the time to sell and they were hiring people to man the stands. Apparently the food tastes better when you can see the hand that grew it. And god forbid there should be anything but food sold at the market. Then this week they publish an article where to find the best farmers markets in town.

They are missing the point. The best farmers market is your neighborhood farmers market. That’s where I run into my neighbors, my kids run into their schoolmates and if they love jumping in the bouncy house while I buy veg from people who know a lot about veg then I say we are all better off — including the farmer who’s busy growing more organic veg!

How’s that for a good old -fashioned rant?

I guess that doesn’t work yet. Hmnnn.

He’s not my dog, but his picture makes me happy.

Oh, the poor chocolate-deprived American nation. A Flake is only the crumbliest, flakiest chocolate that tastes like chocolate never tasted before (usually eaten by semi-clothed, soft-focused young woman reclining in boats).