Guess Where I've Been...

Beautiful onions, oyster mushrooms and strawberries, all grown short distances from where I found them. If it looks like a farmer's market, you're on the right track. During the summer months like this, it could be any of hundreds of markets around the country. Any specific guesses? I'll make it easier...

We admired a mosaic of heirloom beans from Rancho Gordo (I picked up a bag of cheery Christmas limas), then gawked at the tower of returned crocks once full of delicious French-style Saint Benoît yogurt. (We lunched on the Meyer lemon variety.)

Have you guessed now? That's right, we spent Saturday morning at San Francisco's Ferry Plaza Market. Above to the left, we stopped for a brief chat with June Taylor and took her recommendation of a jar of Meyer Lemon and Rosemary Marmalade. Above to the right, only through tremendous willpower was I able to limit myself to a single round of Cowgirl Creamery goat cheese wrapped in nettle leaves. Not pictured but thoroughly enjoyed were a selection of sausages and pates from The Fatted Calf, a fleur de sel chocolate from Rechiutti Confections, beautiful squash blossoms and a half dozen fresh figs.

It's a good thing we don't live closer to the Ferry Plaza or I'd be flat broke; the options are mouthwatering but not cheap. Once or twice a year though, I'm like a kid in a candy shop.