Downtown Berkeley Farmers' Market, Saturday:
1. *Signora Bariani is still at her post, selling the best olive oil in California.
2..* Today's bounty:
mixed baby lettuces
ripe apricots and ripe plums (very juicy and sweet and tasting of sunshine)
chèvre (two kinds, one fresh white and one ripened with a rind)
rosemary bread (organic, half whole wheat, half white flour)
peaches from the $1 bin (ripe and spotty but they are just as good as the ones in the expensive display from the same grower; maybe better)
tofu with cilantro and sesame oil (from the man who makes miracles with tofu, I kid you not)
apricot jam (for elder family member who can't travel to California to eat the apricots)
jar of applesauce (for local host, who asked for some)
cherries **jams **nectarines** apricots** plums** peaches** interesting tofu concoctions
4. *Franklin, the nice man who has been selling the $1 Street Spirit (newspaper published by the AFSC with and on behalf of homeless people, with homeless people as vendors) for a few years at the head of the market recognizes me (I moved away nearly two years ago and haven't been here in a year) and gives me a big hug and kiss. *Both of us have new glasses. *He is using his, he shows me, to read his little Bible. *You know God is both "he" and "she," he says to me. Yes, I say, I do.