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June 12, 2004
The farmer's market at the ferry terminal takes my breath away. OK, so this is California, land of produce, but the assortment of vegetables, berries, cherries, peaches, the English peas that are fatter than any of my fingers, the eggs, cheese, meat, fish make me wish for a kitchen. And the bread, oh, the bread. I don't know when I last saw bread that looked this good. I stop and stare with delight at a flower stand, the hand-tied bouquets of snapdragon, sweet peas and other delicate spring flowers. It makes me wonder if I'm living on the wrong coast.