Our sick-to-the stomach, so-full-of-amazing-Napa-Valley-food-and-wine instincts were, of course, to hit every fruit stand on the way to the hotel. Because we wouldn't want dinner, duh!
The loot:
1 pint of strawberries
1 peach
handful of small (slightly-larger-than-cherry-tomato-sized) heirloom tomatoes in assorted colors (v. pretty stripes)
1 anjou pear
4 tiny asian pears
5 Santa Rosa plums (v. small, about the size of the tomatoes)
1 fig
Holy cannoli! Most everything I ate (hours later, when I was no longer drunk and/or extremely full) was insanely good. "Bursting with fruit flavor" is no longer a phrase that only applies to candy! I had some strawberries, an asian pear, the regular pear, a tomato, and a couple of the plums. The pears were fine, nice, etc., but the tomato and the plums, oh, the tomato and the plums!!!!! I've never had fruit like it. The tastes were so intense I could practically see the colors of the flavors dancing in my head, on my tongue, in my belly...I don't know if it was the freshness, the area, or the care and good vibes of the hippy-dippy farmer chick who oozed love for her produce, but this stuff was amazing. The tomato didn't even taste like a tomato. It was like the essence of every tomato and tomato product ever produced, including shades of flavor never previously imagined, distilled into one succulent, tender, yet perfectly firm and chewy bite. (Oh, to have had some mozzarella and basil!) The plums were the same way. If this is what it means to be eating in season and locally grown, then sign me up! TAKE ME TO THE FARMER'S MARKET!!!!!
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