This summer, during my nth trip to San Diego to visit family, I decided to take the roads less taken by tourists. I have been there so many times that I no longer consider myself a tourist there. I cruised the internet looking for different experiences, new things I can do and explore.
Am lucky that I have a cousin who always indulges my whims and who sincerely enjoys the simple things to make me happy. It is a given that we love to hit the restaurants that he’s explored during my absence but he’s the type who’ll ask me where I’d want to go, where I feel like going in any day. He’s definitely the perfect partner-in-crime when I am in San Diego.
The Hillcrest neighborhood farmers’ market topped my list but Reggie said he thinks the one at Little Italy is much better and the same vendors at Hillcrest will be there too. He was busy that day, losing sleep preparing a presentation for his sister’s (my cousin) 25th wedding anniversary that afternoon, so after a big authentic breakfast at the Mexican barrio, he dropped me off at Little Italy.
I “Oh-ed” and “Ah-ed” at the variety of produce and items they got. Avocado oil – I could never get that in Chicago. Fresh sea urchins, they still smelled of the sea and they will provide you with a spoon to eat it right there. Feeling so full from a few minutes ago, I bought a variety of samosas to share with Reggie in the car. I was happy with the beef, lamb, chicken and vegetarian filling with some spicy sauce. The best! Next time I know to go to Little Italy’s market hungry.
I love to cook and when in the mood, quite ambitious in tackling new dishes but I haven’t tried making samosas yet. I planned and was really close to trying it when I bought the spices to go with it but somehow I chickened out because not too many family members are as adventurous as I am. But I haven’t met anyone who doesn’t enjoy crepes and so naturally I asked permission from the vendor if I could take pictures of him doing his job.
Crepe-making definitely calls for adeptness, there’s got some skill level that is best honed by practice. That is why I was in awe as I watched him making a perfect crepe.
This is my entry to the Weekly Challenge: Delicate. To join and see what others consider delicate, click here.
Memory lane. I used to work in a restaurant making crepes. Thanks for the lovely flashback.
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Now am jealous that you could make a perfect crepe.
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This blog makes me hungry š
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Ha ha ha! You and me!
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nice pics, Lou, and a wonderful story.
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Thank you Virgilio.
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Nice but now I am hungry š¦
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Wow, looks so delicious!
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made me hungry.. i love crepes!
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Ha ha ha, Janna so am I.
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Thank you. I could just imagine.
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I’d have crepes anytime, better than my breakfast right now of plain croissant and coffee.
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That looks so delicious…………
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Isn’t it? I wish I could make a crepe like that.
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Delicious! Now I am craving for one.
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I love crepes too but I don’t know how to make them!
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I am not surprised that everyone loves crepes.
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I use a teflon pan when I make them. It is not that difficult provided you get the right recipe for the crepe. You don’t want it to be too thick or too light. Am sure you can easily learn it.
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