Saturday, my nagging finally paid off: S + I spent an expensive morning (expensive because of the parking ticket we left with) at the Ferry Plaza Farmer’s Market. It’s so exciting to see all the fresh and exotic produce for sale. We bought a most delicious Tahitian Pomelo, it tasted like a cross between a lemon and a grapefruit. (Our friends have a pomelo tree in their backyard, not of the Tahitian kind, rather the Palo Alto kind.) ;o)
We also purchased trompettes de mort, known stateside as black trumpets. Somehow, S thought that “death trumpets” would not market / sell.
Tomatoes are here! Summer must be close – it was the tomato farmers first weekend at the market.
At the butcher, we purchased a rabbit, which S prepared last night just like Maman Rebaud. A bit salty, but very, very tasty.
Deciding that we’d spent more than enough money, we headed back to the car. Unfortunately (or fortunately, however you look at it) we came upon a French yogurt table. Pure, traditional French yogurt: sweet, creamy (we’re talking full-fat here) and simple. Though the market didn’t have the lively camaraderie of the French markets (no calling out to people to come shop at their stand, etc.), we were sold and are looking forward to our next shopping trip.
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