The best thing about living in San Francisco are the farmer’s markets.
The result of these two facts is that every Thursday morning I am at the Daly City farmer’s market. I’m pretty sure I’m the only thirtysomething, unaccompanied, non-professional-chef male who has ever been to this (and maybe any) farmer’s market. So I feel a bit conspicuous when I go, but I still love it.
And I usually get a little carried away. This week I came home with:
Tomatoes
String beans, both green and white
Apricots
Nectarines
Peaches
Raspberries
Lemon cucumbers
Herbs: rosemary, dill, thyme, parsely, basil
Green onions
Snow peas
Fresh eggs
It seems weird to have a produce shopping problem.
4 comments:
Seems like the makings of a terrific omlete and fruit salad. What time shall I be there?
Sounds yummy and fun. I love farmers' makets. They truly are da bomb.
mmmmm. This post is making me hungry.
My neighborhood is getting together a produce co-op which allows us to buy tons of good, fresh produce. I am worried about the extra fiber.
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