When people say California has the best markets in the country, I would say nothing other than concurring words. Walking around the farmers market at the ferry building was a delightful experience. The brightness of all the peaches, pluots and stone fruits reflected the bright sun in the crystal clear blue sky. Each stall would emit a cloud of aroma that would gently mix with the next stall to create a never ending trail of perfumed air for your nose to follow. There would be corn and onions next to peaches and dates. You would see beautiful cobalt blue artichoke flowers blooming next to eggplant purple bell peppers followed by pink and yellow tree mushrooms. One of my favorite was an olive oil producer that had more than 20 varieties lined up like soldiers on their table from extra virgin to Aleppo infused. It was a sight to see.
Being at least 1/4 the size larger than Union Square market, there were about 3/4 of the people bustling around like bees in a hive. The chefs that were walking around the market with large carts of baby nasturtium pouches, dandelion greens, pints of strawberries and much more were schmoozing with the farmers and the "civilian" people with large smiles on their face. Everything just seemed so happy and full of life and color.
On my second round of the market, I picked up some snacks for the road to RN-74. I met up with my very old family friend David to grab some bright and succulent carica figs, medjool dates and fresh baked bread with cream cheese, capers, onion and yellow tomato. It was such a wonderful experience and so far, one of my favorite markets I have been to in America. Way to go 'Merica!
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