I love my farmers’ market. The Nob Hill Growers’ Market is walking distance from my house (though I almost never walk there – bad me!) and timed for the lazy: Since it’s at 3:00 on Thursday afternoons, instead of O-dark-thirty on weekends, I can actually be one of the first ones there and get the best stuff! It’s small, but the intimacy works.
Farmers’ markets are never at their best in May, and this one is no exception. Only six booths were open today — including the guy who sells gourmet dog treats, which are of no interest to me. Still, I found some wonderful things.
From left to right in the basket: Garlic scapes, young carrots, garlic “marbles” (single-clove heads), pink baby turnips, a cinnamon roll, a big bag of spicy baby greens, scallions, and a beautiful loaf of brioche from La Quiche Parisienne.
Tonight’s dinner will probably be a big salad of spicy greens with carrots, the tiniest of the baby turnips, a can of lovely smoked trout from Trader Joe’s, and a garlic dressing. I wonder if I could make a sort of garlic-scape-pesto dressing? I may have to try it.