Every time I come to the Ferry Building in San Francisco, I have mushroom envy. I don’t even know the name of the little alcove that sells these delectables. I should, since I hover, inappropriately close, for an inordinate amount of time, imagining all the delightful ways I could consume these little jewels….if only I had a kitchen. If only I had a little place near here to call my own.
Counting every minute till my next visit.
