Showing posts with label farmer's market. Show all posts
Showing posts with label farmer's market. Show all posts
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Grand Central Market
I've been to Grand Central Market a few times and although I've never had a pleasant experience there, for some reason I keep getting lured back.
The downside
The downside
- It really smells (really bad) there
- It's not the cleanest of places
- Lots of down and out people
- It's tough to find any food that looks good and is healthy there.
- It feels like an old school downtown marketplace (feels historical)
- It's in the heart of Downtown Los Angeles
- You always see lots of colorful people there
Why I went
- I thought it would be something fun for Astrid to experience
- I always hope there will be something new to see and experience
- I always hope it will be cleaner, smell better, and have better food (which it never does)
Yep, the tree is crooked.
Being playful.
Waiting patiently for our food.
I love this expression of hers.
We decided on a rotisserie chicken from the Greek restaurant.
Sunday, December 02, 2007
It's Christmas at the Montrose Harvest Market
Montrose has a farmer's market called the Montrose Harvest Market every Sunday. We went there today and ran into Gabriela and her mommy, and another mom/kid pair that we met eons ago at the YMCA gymnastics class.
The girl in the pink hat is Gabriela. Her mom told us about the free horse drawn wagon ride, so we hopped on board with them.
Horses! 
The entire street on Honolulu Ave. is decked out for Christmas.
Merry Christmas! (That works and looks much better than saying "cheese" for a photo.)
The girl in the pink hat is Gabriela. Her mom told us about the free horse drawn wagon ride, so we hopped on board with them.Horses! The entire street on Honolulu Ave. is decked out for Christmas.Merry Christmas! (That works and looks much better than saying "cheese" for a photo.)
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Astrid at the Farmer's Market (La Canada Flintridge)
Pics from our weekly trip to the Farmer's market in La Canada Flintridge.
The nice Korean lady who runs this produce stand gives me deals and fawns over Astrid, telling me what a beautiful baby she is.
Here she's giving Astrid some washed grapes to eat.
We go through grapes like nobody's business, so I buy in bulk to last through the week. The grapes from the farmer's market last a lot longer than store bought grapes too which helps.
After we've finished our produce shopping, we stop by the tamales stand to take some lunch with us to the park/playground across the street. It's great because we can eat while sitting on the grass (in the shade) and once we're done eating, Astrid can play for an hour before we head back home for her nap.
The nice Korean lady who runs this produce stand gives me deals and fawns over Astrid, telling me what a beautiful baby she is.
Here she's giving Astrid some washed grapes to eat.
We go through grapes like nobody's business, so I buy in bulk to last through the week. The grapes from the farmer's market last a lot longer than store bought grapes too which helps.
After we've finished our produce shopping, we stop by the tamales stand to take some lunch with us to the park/playground across the street. It's great because we can eat while sitting on the grass (in the shade) and once we're done eating, Astrid can play for an hour before we head back home for her nap.
Friday, July 20, 2007
7th & Fig
Today Astrid and I went to 7th & Fig (an outdoor mall in Downtown LA located on the corner of 7th and Figueroa) to visit my Optometrist's office and get my glasses fixed.
A few days ago the screw on my frames came loose and my lens fell out. When it happened I felt like the Burgess Meredith character from the Twilight Zone episode, "Time Enough At Last". My first thought was, "Oh no! I can't see! How am I going to get home?" I ended up driving with just one eye open (out of the one remaining lens) and got home safely. But it's been a major hassle not to have glasses. I mostly wear contacts during the day, but glasses are more convenient and comfortable for nights and mornings.
After we got my glasses fixed, we went to the food court and got lunch from the Korean restaurant. You can get bibimbap there and dukbulgogi (marinated bbq chicken) with rice and kimchee, and even soontofu.
Astrid will eat almost anything but lettuce. She loved veggies, but with lettuce maybe it's just the consistency that she doesn't like.
Walking through the food court. 
Off next to the farmer's market.
7th & Fig has a small farmer's market every Friday. When I used to work downtown they had more merchants participating. Today it was pretty empty with just the florist, popcorn stand, and the dried fruits/nuts guy there. With summer in full swing, it wouldn't surprise me if lots of people are on vacation.
Admiring the pretty flowers.
Smelling the roses.
I've tried explaining to Astrid that Mommy's name is Rose like the flower, but I don't think she gets it yet. To her I'm just Mommy.
It's funny because she hears me call U. by his name and she'll repeat his name out loud and then look at me in a puzzled way and say "Papa?" It's like she's asking, "Why are you calling Papa something else? His name is Papa."
Next we went to the toy store upstairs.
Astrid fascinated by the stuffed dog in the cage.
Another toy store with a train set. I guess it's the thing now with Thomas the Engine. And not a bad thing in my opinion. There's something very charming about trains and their long history.
Whenever we pass by a train Astrid will point to it and shout, "Choo choo train!"
She had fun playing with this musical footprint pad.
Playing with the electronic keyboard.
Astrid seems to always be drawn to keyboards. Whenever she sees one she'll run over to it and want to play on it. I'd like to get her a piano to play with. It's a shame that my piano sits in my parents' front room, completely out of tune, collecting dust and no one plays it. It's just another decorative piece of furniture now. 
On the 3rd floor, at street level there's a nice outdoor patio area with trees and grass that we played on before heading home. 
Astrid finds it so funny when I catch her picking her nose.
Probably because whenever I see her doing it I say, "Astrid don't pick your nose. If you've got something in there, let's get a tissue and get it out. But please don't pick your nose." I guess she does it to get a rise out of me, and if I ignored it she'd stop doing it.
A mother/daughter feet in the grass pic.
Between the parking structure and the mall is this big empty lot filled with trash and debris. Someone needs to clean this place up. It's an eyesore.
A few days ago the screw on my frames came loose and my lens fell out. When it happened I felt like the Burgess Meredith character from the Twilight Zone episode, "Time Enough At Last". My first thought was, "Oh no! I can't see! How am I going to get home?" I ended up driving with just one eye open (out of the one remaining lens) and got home safely. But it's been a major hassle not to have glasses. I mostly wear contacts during the day, but glasses are more convenient and comfortable for nights and mornings.
After we got my glasses fixed, we went to the food court and got lunch from the Korean restaurant. You can get bibimbap there and dukbulgogi (marinated bbq chicken) with rice and kimchee, and even soontofu.Astrid will eat almost anything but lettuce. She loved veggies, but with lettuce maybe it's just the consistency that she doesn't like.Walking through the food court. Off next to the farmer's market.7th & Fig has a small farmer's market every Friday. When I used to work downtown they had more merchants participating. Today it was pretty empty with just the florist, popcorn stand, and the dried fruits/nuts guy there. With summer in full swing, it wouldn't surprise me if lots of people are on vacation.Admiring the pretty flowers.Smelling the roses.I've tried explaining to Astrid that Mommy's name is Rose like the flower, but I don't think she gets it yet. To her I'm just Mommy.
It's funny because she hears me call U. by his name and she'll repeat his name out loud and then look at me in a puzzled way and say "Papa?" It's like she's asking, "Why are you calling Papa something else? His name is Papa."
Next we went to the toy store upstairs.Astrid fascinated by the stuffed dog in the cage.Another toy store with a train set. I guess it's the thing now with Thomas the Engine. And not a bad thing in my opinion. There's something very charming about trains and their long history.Whenever we pass by a train Astrid will point to it and shout, "Choo choo train!"
She had fun playing with this musical footprint pad.Playing with the electronic keyboard.Astrid seems to always be drawn to keyboards. Whenever she sees one she'll run over to it and want to play on it. I'd like to get her a piano to play with. It's a shame that my piano sits in my parents' front room, completely out of tune, collecting dust and no one plays it. It's just another decorative piece of furniture now. On the 3rd floor, at street level there's a nice outdoor patio area with trees and grass that we played on before heading home. Astrid finds it so funny when I catch her picking her nose.Probably because whenever I see her doing it I say, "Astrid don't pick your nose. If you've got something in there, let's get a tissue and get it out. But please don't pick your nose." I guess she does it to get a rise out of me, and if I ignored it she'd stop doing it.A mother/daughter feet in the grass pic.Between the parking structure and the mall is this big empty lot filled with trash and debris. Someone needs to clean this place up. It's an eyesore.As I was taking this photo, a security officer approached me and said I wasn't allowed to take photos of the property. Huh? Then he gave me the whole 911 excuse and that's it's to protect us from terrorism. How does prohibiting me from taking a photo of the filth in Downtown LA protect us from terrorists? Okay whatever - I put my camera away.
Back at the parking structure.
Pressing the elevator button.
Be forewarned - if you go to this mall - make sure you get your parking validated (Macy's validates without requiring purchases). Otherwise it's such a hassle and the fees are outrageous. To pay you have to go to an automated machine (there are only 2 in the entire parking structure and one was broken so I had to do a lot of unnecessary driving and parking with the baby in tow). Then when I did finally find the machine that worked, it said I owed $27.50 (for just 2 hours)! At first I thought it was a mistake, but found out there's a hefty charge every 15 minutes. So that settled it, Astrid and I went back to the mall and got our ticket validated. 
Just because I don't like to follow rules that make no sense, I took this photo from the parking structure. (A little bit of civil disobedience on my part.) So lemme get this straight. I can't take a photo of the property in clear view, but I can go to the parking structure and secretly take all the photos I want?
It's another beautiful day in LA.
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