San Francisco now has many neighborhood farmers markets, but the Saturday market outside San Francisco’s historic Ferry Building is still, I think, the biggest of them all. (Besides being an operating ferry terminal, the Ferry Building itself is also a sort of fine food mall –in a very good way. It contains dozens of shops featuring foods ranging from artisan chocolate and cheese to fresh local oysters, and also hosts a smaller farmers market on Tuesdays and Thursdays.)
I could go on and on about what we found in Saturday, but I’ll just show you instead. After a happy hour at the market, we came home with groceries for a dinner of fried lemon slices with burrata, red bibb lettuce and nasturtium salad, spice-rubbed rib-eyes with tomato and eggplant gratin, and David’s white peach pie. And flowers for the table.
There’s a crowd, but it’s a friendly and civilized one.
The early summer flowers were beautiful.
As were the vegetables.
We bought as much fruit as we could carry.
And some steaks. The oysters and slow-roasted pork called to us, but our bags were full.
