The Beverly Hills Farmers Market....where the privileged buy their produce. And let their wonderchildren ride the ponies.
A great market full of honest, hardworking farmers and producers. Absolutely wonderful samples and fresh fruit....but, at the fimal stall, the reality of what wealth will pay for a real egg....laid by a chicken that runs around playing with other chickens....maybe an occasional rooster.
When told that the precious eggs were selling for a $1 a piece, I could only comment that "they must be some magic eggs." The farmer looked at me crossly and I promptly decided that a few chickens could probably put the Starlet through college easier than this acting stuff.
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