Every few weeks we try to get out to the Saturday morning Farmers Market for breakfast. Our go-to meal is always the chilaquiles (with soft-scrambled eggs and black beans) at the Primavera stand, but there's always something new to be found.
Our friend Karen found something called a bombolino. "It's like a jelly donut, but thicker", she said.
As I was buying some coffee from the Frog Hollow folks, I caught a whiff of a peach/proscuitto/ricotta/sage "pizza" fresh out of the oven, and was able to pick one up before it even hit the display case. The "crust" was a flat-but-yeasty bread, and the baked peaches fumed with complex aromatics. Mmmm. Last time I checked in with the Hog Island Oyster stand, they said no BBQ oysters until after Memorial Day. This time they said no BBQ oysters this year! Apparently they weren't making any money on it. [A single tear drips down Vince's cheek, cued to Pagliacci ]
One heirloom tomato, some gorgonzola+walnut ravioli, six figs, and four morel mushrooms from British Columbia later, we stumbled away of the Ferry building, delirious. It wasn't until later that we shook out our wallets, wondering where all our cash had gone.
One heirloom tomato, some gorgonzola+walnut ravioli, six figs, and four morel mushrooms from British Columbia later, we stumbled away of the Ferry building, delirious. It wasn't until later that we shook out our wallets, wondering where all our cash had gone.
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