We took visiting family to breakfast at the farm the Saturday before Christmas. My aunts lived in Tempe in the 1960s before they moved to Seattle and Alaska. They said the farm reminded them of the Valley when they were growing up. The service was great. We sat under a heat lamp on the patio. The little ones weren't too happy with the granola/yogurt dish, but they enjoyed the sausage and eggs. I ordered the gluten-free creamy corn porridge w/ maple glazed sausage and cinnamon sugar roasted apples (the sausage had a surprising spicy pepper kick). A nice selection of hot teas. After we ate, we wandered around Maya's Farm, looking at the newly sprouting crops, chickens with "funny" hats. Giant squashes and gourds. My aunts bought fresh baked pies and jams from Joe who was warm and welcoming.