Farmer's Market Disappoints
Since a couple of months after moving to San Francisco I've been going to the Farmer's Market every Saturday morning. I get a crepe, walk around sampling things, buy some other things, it's my thing. I look forward to it all week.
So you can imagine how bummed I've been the last few weeks when the crepe stand hasn't been there. Each week I thought it was because of the rain. Today the sun was shining through the clouds, but the crepe stand was still missing. There's an information booth and I went and asked where they were. Last summer they were missing for a couple of weeks, and it was just that part of the booth had been ruined. It eventually got fixed, and they came back.
Today the news from the information booth was not as good. The crepe stand has gone out of business. I'm so sad. So lost. So happy this is my current biggest problem in life. Sure, I can get crepes other places. Even better tasting crepes. Even crepes that aren't served on a paper plate. But it's not just the crepe. It's the routine of it that I'm missing. I feel weird going around to the other stands at the Farmer's Market without having the taste of Nutella lingering in my mouth. It's nice to go somewhere and have someone look at you, smile, and just start preparing your food, because they know what you like.
Maybe it's time to start exploring other Farmer's Markets?
So you can imagine how bummed I've been the last few weeks when the crepe stand hasn't been there. Each week I thought it was because of the rain. Today the sun was shining through the clouds, but the crepe stand was still missing. There's an information booth and I went and asked where they were. Last summer they were missing for a couple of weeks, and it was just that part of the booth had been ruined. It eventually got fixed, and they came back.
Today the news from the information booth was not as good. The crepe stand has gone out of business. I'm so sad. So lost. So happy this is my current biggest problem in life. Sure, I can get crepes other places. Even better tasting crepes. Even crepes that aren't served on a paper plate. But it's not just the crepe. It's the routine of it that I'm missing. I feel weird going around to the other stands at the Farmer's Market without having the taste of Nutella lingering in my mouth. It's nice to go somewhere and have someone look at you, smile, and just start preparing your food, because they know what you like.
Maybe it's time to start exploring other Farmer's Markets?
posted by Green at 4/22/2006 10:04:00 PM
4 Comments:
bummer. I wonder what happened, there was always a line.
I totally know what you mean about the ritual part. I feel like that about going to get coffee.
uh oh...time to stretch and grow again. damn it.
Unfortunately, mama, there are no other Farmer's Markets that are going to provide you with what you're looking for. You could go to the SpEd Farmer's Market and all you will find there is homeless guys and mediocre (but very cheap) vegetables and the occasional hippie trying to sell you an ugly macrame bracelet.
There's a teeny one up in Noe Valley that may have a crepe stand, but it is so doubtful, honestly. ::sigh:: I'm sorry.
Um, I'm insanely jealous that you have a farmers market that close. I wonder now, if you still live in the same place, do you? Do you still go to the same farmers market or did you branch out?
Also, I love love love crepes. I never used to. My husband and I made them not long ago, they were so much fun! Although I should say that I mixed the batter and attempted to create a crepe in the pan, and he actually produced the ones that looked like crepes.
The batter was good! It was a Bobby Flay recipe if I recall. Do you like to cook? All these questions!
I can dig out the recipe if you want to try your hand at making your own crepes sometime! Then you can pack it and take it with you and eat it while wandering around and just pretend that you got it from the crepe-vendor-who-isn't-there-any-more :(
Char
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