Foghorns and produce

Today I am experiencing the exhuberance of the farmers market in San Francisco. It is lovely to graze through tasting organic hybrids of peaches/plums/nectarines etc. As well and funking tomatos of all flavours and sizes. It is down by the ferry building on a pier. Being by the water always reminds me of fog horns. This Saturday is remarkably lovely with bright vibrant sun kissing and scorching all around. Yet I still think of fog horns. You may think of fog as one of the nasty side affects of San Francisco's geography but I love it. I feel so calm in hearing the horns call sailors to where to enter into the bay. I guess it is like one's love for their mother, it is just unexplainable.

Anyway, I have tasted chocolate, cheese, nuts, dried fruit, etc. I even practiced some Bulgarian with the veteranarian from Stare Zagora in Bulgaria who was quite shocked by this American's geography in 1. hearing of his country, 2. knowing his town and 3. addressing him in his native language. It's good fun knowing the basics of many languages. The young man is working on a farm and selling cheese at the market. Very good cheese at that ;)

I have bought my pimientos de padron and will be happy for the next week or so with them.

Ciao