So, remember that whole second-city malaise thing? Well, now I have confirmed the top spot on my wish list: Northern California Sunday Farmers' Market.
I was driving in the car with my sister when her husband called, asking if we could pick up some fruit and some of the aforementioned smoked salmon from the Marin Farmers' Market on our way home. As my sister turned to ask me if I would mind I was already bouncing up and down in my seat like an infant (there may have been some drool involved).
We pulled up to a football field-sized area and immediately hit the fish stall where they were barbecuing oysters to order and selling sea urchins the size softballs and crabs the size of footballs. They also had tables and tables of whole fish and fillets. My sister picked up some beautiful trout for her family and we grabbed some wood-smoked salmon (shit tastes like magic).
Then we spent about half-an-hour wandering the stalls--baby artichokes and artisan cheese and 20 different kinds of greens, oh my! We stopped by her avocado guy and her strawberry guy. We also passed a bunch of food vendors selling everything from vegetarian dim sum to Belgian waffles to whole rotisserie chickens. I could have spent my whole life there.
So, here's the plan: We recruit a team of scientists to alter the climate in a small section of Tennessee, creating a microclimate perfectly designed to produce beautiful, varied produce year-round. Then we import some pretentious bastards (they do know their food) from the West Coast to start the movement. Let's get moving!