H
is for the Heirloom Tomato
I bought in Oakland, CA.
P
is for the most Perfect Pickle,
or the Jewish half-sour pickle. It is perfect because it captures the most delicious stage of the cucumber-to-pickle maturation process.
Although technically not a vegetable any more, these were enjoyed at the world-famous Katz Deli in the Lower East Side of New York City.
B
is for this Beautiful Broccoli
my Aunt Pam grew in her garden in Grass Valley, CA.
A
is for that Absurdly phallic Avocado
we found in Montezuma, Costa Rica.
Compliments to master preparer, Marie-Claude (from Quebec, Canada).
Y
is for the Yellowtail
Tayana and I saw at the Civic Center farmer's market in San Francisco, CA.
M
is for Bitter Melon
(or Momordica charantia), the funny-looking wrinkly, groovy and spiky cucumber that Tayana and I also came across. Weird.
B
is for Bells,
brightly beaming in the beige baskets below (San Francisco, CA).
P
is for Paris the Pretentious Pineapple,
Hawaii's hippest, coolest most "with it" pineapple.
The pineapple on the right is definitely NOT with it.
C
is for Crazy-Cool Catalan Cauliflower,
and a bit of Romanesco, to the left.
These violet femmes were found in Barcelona, Spain at the incredible La Boqueria on La Rambla.
O
is for Oyster Mushroom.
Fungi amazes me sometimes. These Neptunian delicacies came from the Montclair Farmer's Market (love) in Oakland, CA.
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