Last September, I visited the bayare are for the first time for fun as I contemplated taking a job here. After reading about the Ferry Building in a recent issue of Bon Appetit and being complete food-aholics, it was the first stop on our itinerary. Evan and I were immediately in love. Never before had we seen such a wide variety of fresh produce and other fine food products in one place before. The farmer’s market was amazing. Within moments of arriving, I was already imagining all of the wonderful meals I could (convince Evan to) cook up with the offerings there. My decision was made and I moved to the bay area in December. (While the produce sealed the deal, not wanting to do more than one job interview certaining had its own influence).
Once I arrived, with visions of fantastic meals dancing in my grad school exhausted mind, I went to my local grocery stores and was less than impressed. The offering were pretty much exactly what I could find in my grocery stores in Oregon, although more expensive. (I have to admit, though, that it was December.) I contemplated driving into the city on a weekly basis to buy my produce for the week at the Ferry building Farmer’s market, but it didn’t seem very practical.
As I have begun to adapt to life here, I realized more and more that the cities along the peninsula are all separate organisms and likely to have their own individual farmer’s markets. Last weekend, Evan and I visited the San Mateo farmer’s market, where foodspiration much like last September struck again.
I bought a half flat of beautiful strawberries and made some delicious strawberry freezer jam. (I’d post a picture of the jam, but they turned out looking rather gross).
Both from the artisanal baked good for sale as well as reading Elise’s blog, I was also inspired to bake a loaf of bread. I used to bake a ton when I lived in Oregon, as I knew my fellow lab members would eat anything I brought in. Now that I am the youngest member of my research group in a real job, I am hesitant to bring in any baked goods. It felt really wonderful to bake again.
This weekend we visited again and came home with some great vegetables. Next weekend, I hope to get my sleepy husband out of bed early enough that the blueberries aren’t sold out.