Blue Goose

Saturday was glorious here in Northern California.  Clear skies, mild temperatures and it seems like all the pear trees have started blossoming over night. 

And I have a miserable cold.  I haven’t had a cold in about three years and have been quite smug about it, actually.  So much for my record.  And of course the reason I have a cold is because I am finishing up one massive work project and have a teeny opportunity to take some time off before the next one starts so of course I’m going to spend it sick.

Rick and I decided to take a drive and check out a produce market in a little town called Loomis.   It was a nice day for a drive so we took a meandering route.  The Blue Goose Produce market is on historic highway 40 – it used to be the highway people would take to get up to Lake Tahoe before 80 was built.  We stopped in at the market and the proprietress tucked us right under her wing.  She was showing us locally bottled salsas and vinegars, soup mixes, mandarins (very big crop up here).   She was telling us that her daughter came in and told her that the big discount supermarket had the same salsa for half as much.  "Oh well, the Blue Goose is in the business to make money and we throw in a little extra charm when you buy it here."

The building is the old Loomis train station and has actually had a building kind of built on around it so when you are inside you can see the platform where people would buy their tickets and wait for the train. 

She insisted on showing us the ‘ball room’ she has for rent.  It was all set up for Senior Burrito Bingo night.  800 seniors were expected to show up later on in the evening for Mexican food and a little church sanctioned gambling.  I thought that sounded like splendid fun but we had more of highway 40 to travel so we bought some soup mix and overpriced salsa and hit the road.

Proof Spring is around the corner ~ my daffodils are blooming: