There’s really not much I love more in life than a solid farmer’s market.
I was lucky enough to go to college in a city with a wonderful market down the street from my apartment every Saturday and it made me so spoiled. When I moved from South Carolina back home to Florida the thing I missed most was that market, and the ability to get the freshest produce and local food products.
Now that I live in Northern California, I’m surrounded by a bounty of farmer’s markets. It’s as if I took off and landed in market heaven because they’re everywhere I turn. And while we have a few in Santa Rosa, the market to end all markets is located an hour south in San Francisco. I’m talking about the Ferry Building Farmer’s Market. It owns my soul and is one hundred percent worth the fog, the six dollar toll booth charge, the traffic and the price of heirloom tomatoes. And that’s saying a lot.
Oh, and reason number 4530 why I love the Ferry Building Farmer’s Market?
Three simple words: Blue Bottle Coffee.
makes fun of me, but I’ve totally fallen into the hipster coffee trap. Now don’t get me wrong, I love me some Starbucks. But Blue Bottle just reaches a whole new level. I’ve always been one to add a bit of raw sugar to my coffee concoctions, but you honestly don’t even need it with this stuff. It’s rich and dark but not burnt and is the closest thing I can find to the coffee I loved so much in Paris.
Do you have a farmer’s market in your area? If so, do you make an effort to shop there?
Oh, and stay tuned……Joey Chestnut awaits my next post.
And he winked at me. Just throwin’ it out there.