As a Korean-American foodie who resides in West Oakland, I’m lucky that there’s a slew of fine eateries not too far from our home all along Telegraph Avenue in Temescal.
For the longest time, I never really knew what to think of cherry tomatoes. Or what to do with them. Though I might have regarded them as more interesting and Barbie-sized than the usual, boring (and most often flavorless) Beefsteak tomatoes I’d normally encountered, I left them where I felt they rightly belonged– at the Sizzler salad bar, carelessly splashed by a variety of commercial salad dressings.
Saturday morning, market day, is a jumble of visiting with friends, purchasing food for the week, jostlingwith tourists, and talking to farmers. There are some weekends when the amount of energy needed for the market — including lugging my goods home on the bus — takes its toll. While on wintry days the market almost feels like a whisper, on summer days the market shouts at the top of its lungs for hours on end. Summer food is amplified, summer crowds are amplified, and even the number of farm booths is amplified.