Living a half mile from a fantastic twice-weekly farmers' market has rendered me somewhat lazy. I've fallen out of the habit of visiting other markets (with the exception of the Point Reyes Station Saturday market, which is so real, so homemade, so earnest — and its last day this season is Nov. 5).
But, as Dr. Biggles explained to me, Fatted Calf, his to-die-for favorite charcuterie and salumeria, doesn't come to Marin anymore. Not for now, anyway.
So Cranky and I decided to wake up early (whoa!) and make a day of it. A Saturday of it, at the San Francisco Ferry Plaza Farmers' Market. Yes, including a ferry ride from Larkspur. First-class, babe.
California, contrary to popular belief, does have discernable changes in seasons. Right now, it's cool, sometimes breezy, occasionally cloudy, and when the sun is out, the landscape is bathed in a slanting, golden light.
But the best indication of changing seasons is the produce at the markets. Little Point Reyes Station hardly has any produce left to sell. The Ferry Plaza market, on the other hand, is bristling with fall harvest, in perfect fall colors: pomegranates, persimmons, peppers... Less intensely hued (duh, white!) were artisanal tofu and yogurt... We didn't buy any, because we can get most of it closer to home.
But we did make that destination purchase (and yes, Dr. Biggles, it rhymes with "kitchenette").