My mother didn’t bake much when I was a child. In fact the few times that she did break out the measuring cups and pans stand out in my memory along with the warm aroma of cinnamon and the smell of an oven being heated after a long, cold, dormant winter….
Summer is here, but it’s easy to forget that here in the Bay where most days are overcast and the fog keeps rolling in. — I’m not complaining, I’ll take this misty weather over Los Angeles dry heat any day.
However, leaving the city is like entering a portal into another world— one filled with brightness and warmth, along with all of the familiar summer vegetables that I love. I have been visiting the Marin Farmer’s Market semi-regularly now as it coincides with my weekend from the restaurant and is just a short jaunt over the Golden Gate.