While I didn’t catch a glimpse of an avocado orchard, or even an avocado tree, I did find a farmers market, Local Harvest at Marine Stadium, on my last day in Long Beach, California. The first stall displayed all fruits and vegetables that I easily find at my neighborhood far mar: zucchini and onions and peaches.
But then I looked to my left and saw jujubes. The vendor had a sign proclaiming unattainable health benefits (cancer prevention, Zen-filled life). I bought a half pound. Frankly, though, jujubes may grant me 109 years on earth, but they still taste like blah. Total blah. At first I thought they were dried chilies but then I thought, hey, a sickly sweet candy is named after the dried fruit so it must be sweet. ERRRR. <buzzer sounds> It tastes like absolutely nothing.
What a radical notion. Citrus fruit is not only in white cartons marked with styles of “some pulp,” but apparently grow on trees. In California.
Total alien fruit. Was this the punk rock cousin of an artichoke with its round shape and spiky leaves? No. It’s a beautiful fuchsia-fleshed fruit. The color, however, is more exciting than the taste.
There are some edibles out there that I have zero concept of how they grow. Nuts are one of them. Fresh almonds from the farmers market are particularly nutty and do have more flavor than their encased-in-bulk-bins selves.
80P tells me of his high school days when he used to eat grapefruit daily. I find the sour fruit unappetizing. We get along so well.
Yup. It’s like the fucking Mediterranean in California. Lemons? Check.
So delicate. Soooo delicate. The vendor scared the shit out his customers with his warnings of how to treat the figs and how to basically eat them all for dinner that night. These little creatures need to be gently cuddled and therefore I was too nervous to purchase any. I did, however, buy a shit ton of dried figs (plus plums, cherries and raisins; dried peaches are gross.)
Samples. Samples elevate a far mar shopping experience from a Target outing to a Nordstrom extravaganza. Please vendors, samples sell produce. How would I know how delicious this papaya melon thing is if I can’t taste it. Booo.
Alas. Avocados of all sizes, but still of the Haas variety, were featured here. Not that many samples, but I did steal a very ripe one for my plane ride the next day. I was the crazy girl smearing avocado chunks onto a bagel and cream cheese on board. Yes, I also sliced up a tomato. On board. For my bagel sandwich.