After months of hiding under the constant canopy of greyness, being weighted down by soaking rains and drinking endless cups of hot tea, the market is alive with sunshine happiness. People are flocking like vitamin D starved zombies to the strawberry tables. Children and adults alike have pink dye stained lips and cheeks.
The favas are here! Snap peas with verve and crunch! Green garlic's haughty stems! T shirts show off brave arms and new tattoos, Blue Bottle's unbelievable iced coffee creates a stir, the market is filled with a new crop of pheromones.
I taste every strawberry but even Swanton is still at least two weeks out.
No worries, for our sweet fulfillment we buy the buttery, flaky, cinnamon-sugar caramelized, plump raisin dotted simple knot danish from Pasta Pacifico. Get to the market on time (10 am ) and these $2 pastries are still hot from the ovens of the lazy bakers! These shy little breads are fantastic. Simple but very very buttery like the underside of puff pastry.
This weekend is my calm before the storm. This week Poulet is putting out a number of catering jobs and I am making 300 desserts for the BALT dinner. With my free time I decide to take home a bag of favas, snap peas for snacking, green garlic for a hot saute with the favas, steal away with a pound of Bari dates for supple sticky sweet kisses, Pink Lady apples for sour crunch and Valencias for breakfast.
Who are you taking home?