Back On the Scene, Crispy and Clean
Today I went back to the Farmer's Market for the first Saturday since the crepe stand went out of business and killed my desire to go there.
As far as fruit is concerned, this is the best Farmer's Market season. I almost worked up to trying a new stand for breakfast that sells eggs and french toast, but it was crowded and hot and my bags were heavy, so I didn't. Maybe next week.
I love that everybody and their mother brings their dogs to Farmer's Market. There are signs posted saying no pets are allowed, but it seems like that's more of a guideline or suggestion, than some actual law. That's what laws feel like in San Francisco - suggestions. You shouldn't steal because of karma, not because it's against the law.
Speaking of stealing, my friend called my cell phone just as I wandered up to the first fruit stand. I moved to a stand selling oils to get out of the sun and under a shade, and proceeded to chat with her for almost an hour, saying, "No, sorry" to everyone who thought I worked there and asked me questions about oil. While we were on the phone, I saw a man pull out a huge wad of cash to pay for the fattest blueberries known to man, and then put the money down on the blueberry table and turn away from it. On one hand I think, "Wow, what an idiot, to turn away from his money that way" and on the other, I think, "Isn't it great that people can do that here?" This does not mean that I would ever do that. Never mind that I don't carry huge amounts of cash around with me.
Speaking of fat blueberries, I bought 3 packages of them, and they are chilling in the fridge as I write this. I love good blueberries. I have eaten blueberries for dinner. Anyone who has ever considered being a fan of blueberries should rush right out and buy them NOW - this is their season.
Let's talk about bing cherries (no Chandler Bing jokes today, sorry). I freaking LOVE the bing cherries, even though I don't love their name very much. Sadly, that depressing month of rain we had did the cherries no favors. Although there were a lot of cherry stands, all the cherries were just Eh. I will not pay $7 a pound for just Eh. I will go to the supermarket and pay $2.49 a pound for them though. Oh, and to the old man who whispered to me that there were cherries "around front" being sold for $3? Fuck you, no there weren't. I looked at Every. Single. Stand. The lowest price I found was $6 for a pound, but those cherries were way too mushy for anyone to buy.
Plums are coming into season and only going to get better. I remembered that last year there was a Cute Plum Boy, so I went to find him today. Still there, still cute. I make him pick out my plums for me, because although I'm okay at it, he's better. Cute Plum Boy told me which plums to eat on which days, and then tossed in an extra one for free, telling me to eat it today. So I will. With my blueberries. For dinner tonight.
White peaches are also in season. A friend of mine loves them, and since she's sad this weekend and I'll see her tomorrow, I thought I'd buy one for her. I asked the girl at the stand to pick one out for me, and she asked which kind. I repeated that I wanted a white peach. Apparently they sell three different kinds of white peaches. Who knew? So I got one of each. I don't care much for peaches, but I tasted a sample today of what I think was one, and it was damn good. So maybe I do like them.
I walked past a guy who had a crate of strawberries that smelled fabulously, and I wanted to buy some so badly that I asked him where he bought his. He told me, and I started off, only to stop and recall that the last time I bought strawberries (the first time I went to the Farmer's Market) when I got them home I found a spider on them. I did not buy any strawberries today.
Friend # 2 from work goes to the other Farmer's Market in the city, and she and I have discussed our respective Farmer's Markets. She does not like mine; she said it's full of snobby, mostly white people. I don't find the people to be snobby at all; I find them to be quite nice. I think what she meant was that a lot of the people who go to my Market dress up for the occasion, and that makes her uncomfortable. I wear the same thing to go there that I wear anyplace that's not work: sneakers, jeans, t-shirt, and sweatshirt or jacket if needed. I wear sunscreen, not makeup. My understanding is that a lot of homeless people go to her Market. I'm thinking about the racial make-up of my Market now. I'm white. I think that yes, at least 50% of the people there are white also. Friend # 2 is white. I don't understand her feelings. Once I tried to ask her about it, but she couldn't/wouldn't articulate her thoughts. Work is not a good place for some conversations.
I have no ending for this post. So, I will end it the same way I ended every book report* I had to write in second grade:
If you want to learn more about the Farmer's Market, go visit it!
*One time in second grade, my teacher had assigned something like four book reports/projects for one month. I think for two weeks I was home from school being sick, the next week we were away on vacation, and the next weekend I had a birthday party to go to. I remember coming home from the party and my dad was finishing up a mobile for me to bring to school, and my book reports were all drafted for me - all I had to do was rewrite them in my own handwriting. It was one of the coolest things my parents ever did for me.
As far as fruit is concerned, this is the best Farmer's Market season. I almost worked up to trying a new stand for breakfast that sells eggs and french toast, but it was crowded and hot and my bags were heavy, so I didn't. Maybe next week.
I love that everybody and their mother brings their dogs to Farmer's Market. There are signs posted saying no pets are allowed, but it seems like that's more of a guideline or suggestion, than some actual law. That's what laws feel like in San Francisco - suggestions. You shouldn't steal because of karma, not because it's against the law.
Speaking of stealing, my friend called my cell phone just as I wandered up to the first fruit stand. I moved to a stand selling oils to get out of the sun and under a shade, and proceeded to chat with her for almost an hour, saying, "No, sorry" to everyone who thought I worked there and asked me questions about oil. While we were on the phone, I saw a man pull out a huge wad of cash to pay for the fattest blueberries known to man, and then put the money down on the blueberry table and turn away from it. On one hand I think, "Wow, what an idiot, to turn away from his money that way" and on the other, I think, "Isn't it great that people can do that here?" This does not mean that I would ever do that. Never mind that I don't carry huge amounts of cash around with me.
Speaking of fat blueberries, I bought 3 packages of them, and they are chilling in the fridge as I write this. I love good blueberries. I have eaten blueberries for dinner. Anyone who has ever considered being a fan of blueberries should rush right out and buy them NOW - this is their season.
Let's talk about bing cherries (no Chandler Bing jokes today, sorry). I freaking LOVE the bing cherries, even though I don't love their name very much. Sadly, that depressing month of rain we had did the cherries no favors. Although there were a lot of cherry stands, all the cherries were just Eh. I will not pay $7 a pound for just Eh. I will go to the supermarket and pay $2.49 a pound for them though. Oh, and to the old man who whispered to me that there were cherries "around front" being sold for $3? Fuck you, no there weren't. I looked at Every. Single. Stand. The lowest price I found was $6 for a pound, but those cherries were way too mushy for anyone to buy.
Plums are coming into season and only going to get better. I remembered that last year there was a Cute Plum Boy, so I went to find him today. Still there, still cute. I make him pick out my plums for me, because although I'm okay at it, he's better. Cute Plum Boy told me which plums to eat on which days, and then tossed in an extra one for free, telling me to eat it today. So I will. With my blueberries. For dinner tonight.
White peaches are also in season. A friend of mine loves them, and since she's sad this weekend and I'll see her tomorrow, I thought I'd buy one for her. I asked the girl at the stand to pick one out for me, and she asked which kind. I repeated that I wanted a white peach. Apparently they sell three different kinds of white peaches. Who knew? So I got one of each. I don't care much for peaches, but I tasted a sample today of what I think was one, and it was damn good. So maybe I do like them.
I walked past a guy who had a crate of strawberries that smelled fabulously, and I wanted to buy some so badly that I asked him where he bought his. He told me, and I started off, only to stop and recall that the last time I bought strawberries (the first time I went to the Farmer's Market) when I got them home I found a spider on them. I did not buy any strawberries today.
Friend # 2 from work goes to the other Farmer's Market in the city, and she and I have discussed our respective Farmer's Markets. She does not like mine; she said it's full of snobby, mostly white people. I don't find the people to be snobby at all; I find them to be quite nice. I think what she meant was that a lot of the people who go to my Market dress up for the occasion, and that makes her uncomfortable. I wear the same thing to go there that I wear anyplace that's not work: sneakers, jeans, t-shirt, and sweatshirt or jacket if needed. I wear sunscreen, not makeup. My understanding is that a lot of homeless people go to her Market. I'm thinking about the racial make-up of my Market now. I'm white. I think that yes, at least 50% of the people there are white also. Friend # 2 is white. I don't understand her feelings. Once I tried to ask her about it, but she couldn't/wouldn't articulate her thoughts. Work is not a good place for some conversations.
I have no ending for this post. So, I will end it the same way I ended every book report* I had to write in second grade:
If you want to learn more about the Farmer's Market, go visit it!
*One time in second grade, my teacher had assigned something like four book reports/projects for one month. I think for two weeks I was home from school being sick, the next week we were away on vacation, and the next weekend I had a birthday party to go to. I remember coming home from the party and my dad was finishing up a mobile for me to bring to school, and my book reports were all drafted for me - all I had to do was rewrite them in my own handwriting. It was one of the coolest things my parents ever did for me.
posted by Green at 6/24/2006 11:15:00 AM
3 Comments:
Perfect timing for a fruity post. B showed up with FOUR lbs. of cherries last night. And this morning, as I wash them all of and put them into a pretty bowl- I wondered if you were at your farmers market, eating any crepes.
Too funny.
i have been eating fat blueberries for a month now. Sad for me, is that I buy them at Costco or Tjs, not a cute FM.
The goils and I eat them all at once. We cant keep them in the house. I guess i did one good thing for them.
Glad it was a good day.
Man, people in SF worry about things the rest of the world don't even notice. And I'm talking about Friend #2, not you.
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