You take in the Farmer's Market at the Ferry Building with your eyes. The lanes of stalls are filled with tiny greens, heirloom tomatoes,
cherry and apricot jam, miniature baked sweets, garlickly dips and humble loaves of levain bread. You wonder how you'll choose what to base your dinner on.
You decide to start with local lamb chops which leads you to the White Swan herb stand for pearly garlic and a smoky rosemary that only they grow. You grab a handful of the Russian River fingerling potatoes and then head for Dirty Girl's vegetable stand. You select Fennel which you'll slice micro-thin to frame the plate and claim some baby broccoli to add to the color on the plate.
For dessert, you decide to break out that old recipe that you got in Paris for tarts and pluck up from Sonoma Fuji apples. Already you se them scattered over a crunchy crust dusted with nuts.
Your string bags filled, you head home, walking slowly up Folsom street wondering who you'll cook for.
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You should be doing food writing - and getting paid well for it! This is just fabulous. I love the detail, love the world you create. And the ending is just wonderful. It's practically a story in itself.
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