I admit, I’m not the best with directions, which is part of the problem. I’d asked someone how to get there about a year ago and she said, “Oh, it’s easy…just drive up BLAH, BLAH, BLAH, and you can’t miss it.” Needless to say…her directions fell on deaf ears.
But the other day, finally, I pulled over to a little red hut, finally open for business.
They were no longer selling simple perennials, they were now fully stocked with fantastic harvest.
I’d never stopped before because on the trail of farm stands they were last before reaching my home. The closest, yes, but also the smallest.
I’d never stopped before because on the trail of farm stands they were last before reaching my home. The closest, yes, but also the smallest.
And lo and behold – Lentini Farms! Not the farm of course, but Heidi Lentini, (a Lentini wife) told me they hailed from Sicily (as most Lentinis tend to). And I have to say I’m sorry I’ve never taken advantage of their phenomenal produce before, because it is truly extraordinary.
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