California always reminds me of strawberries. That's because the first time I ever visited Elias in southern California (in the early 1980s), we drove by fields and fields of strawberries. Those are long since gone, but the memory remains. Fortunately, you can still buy beautiful, huge, plump and delicious strawberries at the weekly market in Huntington Beach. Obviously, I'm still thinking about food!
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
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