another trip to stockton


I know, I know. Even though most farmer's markets boast a variety of beautiful vegetables, seasonal fruits, fresh breads, and spices, I can't go to the Stockton Market without making a beeline for the Painted Truffle stand, if only to inspect their daily offering of flavors. (Though there's never a day when you'll find a miss, I mean: lemon, raspberry, mint?)

And, they always have samples.

Macarons, that we'll see at a special event sometime soon..!

 On this particular day, we went for strawberry, which was amazingly akin to the actual fruit (a supremely difficult flavor to capture in any true sense, I feel), orange creamsicle (the specks of real vanilla bean being the kicker here), and, the very best version of chocolate hazelnut I have ever enjoyed. In any dessert. In life.

Cute Colin and his cute smile.


no.7 sub, take 2




So I made it back to No.7 Sub, and believe me, if it took me this long for round two it was only after a long, self-fought battle of some serious resistance: I could go there daily. Darn this whole bring-your-own-lunch-to-work thing I've been trying out.

This time, though the broccoli was calling, singing, outright yodeling my name (I tell you, it's the pine nuts. Or the lychee. Or maybe the ricotta.), I decided that a second visit deserves a second shot at a crazy-awesome flavor-texture combination.

And boy, was I so NOT let down.

Behold, the beauty that is Zucchini Parm.

Lightly breaded slices of zucchini, not too greasy, and perfectly cooked through, paired with fontina cheese (because, obviously, parm alone is not enough, and I have never been more serious), sweet onions, pickled jalapeƱos (a particularly odd adventure for me, considering my known aversion to all things h-e-a-t, but No.7 has sensei-ed me into realizing that the trick for tolerating [and even enjoying] spice lies within the pickling. I will never be the same), and BBQ potato chips. That's right, ON the sandwich, for the perfect layer of crunch and about 400+ moments of "Why didn't I think of that?!" (Okay, okay, I did used to put Ruffles on my PB&J in college, which was sadly and gloriously probably one of my finer decisions during those four years.)

No.7's knack for nailing every single one of your cravings in any given trip is a mastery I have yet to understand or, for that matter, find elsewhere. The perfect lunch spot, the perfect anytime spot. Next up: Mongolian Tofu, of which I have heard inter-office raving time and time again. 


union square greenmarket


Everyone knows that if you want good food, whether it be some swank five-star rave review joint or some barely there hole-in-the-wall homestyle cooking, New York City never fails to disappoint. Global cuisine, street food, rooftop gardens, this particular hub of eclectic tastes, named for a particular fall fruit after all, brings to the city an entirely new level of freshness via the Union Square Greenmarket.

Tables for DAYS (140 vendors in total!), days I tell you, of fresh, local produce, breads, fish, even beautiful flowers, the Greenmarket (open Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, and Saturdays), located on the north and west sides of Union Square Park, is a big, beautiful blur of sights and smells.

Some particularly catching photos from last week's visit.