Let's all nosh at the San Francisco Street Food Festival today, 11-7
on Folsom Street between 25th and 26th. Sounds a bit like the late, lamented "A la Carte, A la Park" festival that used to happen over
Labor Day weekend in Golden Gate Park. Ah, well. We still have
"Hardly Strictly Bluegrass" (http://www.strictlybluegrass.com/) in October (on tap this year: Lyle Lovett. Marianne Faithfull. And Nick Lowe, whose insight on intimacy and aging rivals that of François Truffaut and Amos Oz on childhood and the world of family.).
In other news: It's apple season, children. Yee-hah. Get thee to the Farmers' Market, on the double. I used to look forward to Black Twig
and Arkansas Black until Stan Devoto informed me that those vareties signal the end of the season. So for now, it's all about Gravenstein, Pink Pearl, Hubbardston Nonesuch and, soon, Mutsu, Ashmead's Kernel, and I hesitate to mention Wickson lest you get there first.
Pistachios on the horizon.
©2009 Laynie Tzena.
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