Every time I’m in San Francisco, I make a point of stopping by the Ferry Building farmers’ market, and I usually end up bringing something back. But this was the first time that, months after a visit, I actually requested that Joyce pick something up for me and mail it. (Thanks, Joyce!)
These are the best damn dates. And apparently they do mail order! So I can release the date-mule from her duties. Now I just have to figure out how to get dry-farmed Early Girl tomatoes back east without having them squish all over my luggage. Like last time.