Market Toast from Santa Monica

I didn't bring my camera to the market, and good thing.  I was way too overwhelmed to focus.  While berry season has perhaps not quite reached us in NYC, in Santa Monica it is in full force.  We bought strawberries and peaches, citrus fruits I'd never heard of, as well as a log of goat cheese anointed with a cinnamon-cranberry chutney.  Oh yes. (By the way, cinnamon and cranberry does not need to be a holiday combination. It was perfectly at home in the summer, tart and sweet and bright.)  We took our booty back to L's house (L's house, with a yard and a dog and a gazebo in back for al fresco dining, and an herb garden.  It's paradise.  I have the pictures to prove it.) and made french toast from some thickly cut Texas toast which came from the neighborhood bakery.  We slathered the toast with knifefuls of cranberry goat cheese and topped with fresh strawberries and peaches.  You don't need a recipe for that, of course, just immensely good luck and people who know where to find these things.  Thanks girls, for a beautiful weekend!