SF Day 2

Yeah I know I'm going out of order: deal with it.  Woke up early Saturday (thanks jet lag!) and headed directly to the farmer's market at the ferry building.  After two hours of lapping the stalls, I have only one thing to say to culinary minded San Franciscans: Fuck you.  Fuck you for the bounty that you have at your finger tips every week.  At the Brooklyn farmer's market I went to last week, they had some really nice looking swiss chard.  At the ferry building farmer's market they had some really nice looking FUCKING EVERYTHING.  They have one stall dedicated exclusively to cherimoyas.  They have a freaking cherimoya stall for crying out loud! I mean, I went to the farmer's market a bunch when I lived in the city, but it's ten times more ridiculous now: Jeff absolutely nailed it when he described the produce as looking "cartoonish."  It's true: the lemons are so yellow they don't look like they could possibly be real.  The greens are so bright and crisp they look like they want to punch you in the face.  The whole experience was pretty infuriating, to be honest.