If you love produce as much as I do you know that living in the East Bay is better than living in San Francisco. I realize I could start a riot here, but I’ve lived in 3 out of four directions of the peninsula, in various neighborhoods and cities, and no matter where I was, no matter if I was in possession of a drivers license or not, I made it to Berkeley Bowl and Monterey Market, and/ or the Berkeley Farmers’ Markets, because there was more to see, smell, taste, touch and procure in these markets.

And until I moved to North Berkeley myself, I was a tried and true Berkeley Bowl Trooper, from the old school– back when it started in the old bowling alley. I still love to get there when I have my list in Excel spreadsheet form and the time is early enough before rush hour clogs the insane parking lot and creates lines worse than LA traffic.

But now I have been seduced by Monterey Market. I used to laugh at its size, comparable to Rainbow Grocery but tiny compared to Berkeley Bowl. But then. But then I found its buried treasure. One day two summers ago I stopped by for a few things and bought an entire flat of the best boysenberries I have ever seen, smelled or tasted! I went home and ate about four baskets, made pie with a few more and froze the rest. Returning just a day or two later I found that I had bought something which would not be back again until the following year… Sad…but also something to look forward to.

You can go to the same place day after day, year after year, and find everything ok, get what you need for the price you like and shrug shoulders at the prospect of change.

Until. Until one day you pick the best looking toad you can find for toad soup and when you get through checkout you realize your bag is exploding with a Prince and your car has been moved closer to the horizon, where a pretty sunset awaits you.

A few days ago is a perfect example. I needed some citrus and butter and cranberries. I like to stock up on cranberries before they disappear so I can whip up a batch of my favorite walnut-cranberry-orange bread, which I love to toast and smother with butter. (It really can be whipped up– it’s a one bowl and wooden spoon recipe!)

I’m in love with citrus and I always look at what’s going on. Scratch and sniff is the best way to learn about new citrus. Both blossom and skin will tell you what unique flavor and perfume are awaiting you. While scanning high bins of yellow and green and orange globes my eyes did a double-take on a gnarly looking fruit.

YUZU! Fresh, California grown Yuzu were staring at me. Like a collector at a yard sale discovering a priceless chair, I monitored my breathing and tried not to look around frantically. I bit my tongue when I wanted to jump up and down and yell, “Hey?! Do you see what I see?! Look! It’s fresh Yuzu, here, in Berkeley, California, yours for the having!! Can you believe such a thing? It’s so wonderful!!!!!”

But instead I kept walking and went back nonchalantly, looking puzzled on the outside and then hunkered in and bought at least 5 pounds.

Yuzu is a fruit I only saw one of once, while living in Napa. A famous chef I knew had smuggled one in from a recent trip to Japan. Like Bergamot, it’s an ugly mottled fruit, but it’s exquisite perfume and flavor lives in every molecule of its being.

Monterey Market is a cold market, mostly outside and seemingly unkempt. But it’s a facade, truly, because you never know what you will find there. Bill Fujimoto buys small and large shipments directly from farmers single and corporate. The back room, unseen by the average consumer, is a carefully organized chaos of fruit and vegetable back-stock/ cases, available to restaurants, chefs and caterers who want to buy direct and avoid (or amend as the case may be) produce companies or farmers’ markets.

And if I haven’t sold you yet, I beg of you to rent or buy Eat At Bill’s, a lovingly made documentary about Monterey Market and its beloved workers. Watch it just to see the massive pumpkins, which get brought in on elephant transport trucks and the joy so many people share about cherry season, and one particular cherry in particular.

When we talk about shopping and eating local we often overlook our markets with rooftops. But Monterey Market, Berkeley Bowl, The Food Mill, Rainbow Grocery, Bi Rite market, Farmer Joe’s and so many more in the Bay Area are all about shopping locally. These businesses are still independent, many of them family and/or co-operatively owned. If you can’t get to the farmers’ market, find your CSA box lacking this week or next month, or just want to see that there are a dozen kinds of sweet potatoes, countless citrus varietals, far out and funky shaped mushrooms, head over to a new market for countless fruit and veggie adventures. They await you in one corner of the bay or the other…

Monterey Market: Always Worth A Visit! 29 November,2007Shuna Fish Lydon

  • wendygee

    You have totally inspired me to go to the Monterey Market again! I haven’t been there in years since I moved from North Berkeley but I loved that place for produce. I also recall the prices being much cheaper than alot of other markets carrying quality produce.

  • Laurie Gauguin

    I, too, was thrilled to find locally-grown yuzu–last night when I ate at Coi. Patterson sourced it from Hamada farm. Up until last evening, I thought that yuzu was only grown overseas.

    What a treat to know I can purchase yuzu at Monterey Market, along with all sorts of other goodies. It will be worth a trip across the bay for me!

  • Diane

    heh heh heh…You are so right.

    I only partially joke that I moved to the East Bay to be closer to Oakland Chinatown and Berkeley Bowl. Like you, I used to make almost weekly trips to the Bowl from SF before I ever moved here. Before I even contemplated moving here. However, while I like Monterey Market (and it IS 4 blocks from my house), I love, love, love the Bowl and it is where I shop by preference. My “aha” moment there is when I first walked into it many years ago and I saw that they had not just Chinese bitter melon, but also Indian-style bitter melon. They have green garbanzos in season, and many other treasures.

    We are so blessed here in the east bay, and in this region. Truly.

  • Kung Foodie

    You know I absolutely adore MM! I feel so much at home there that I almost never attempt the chaos of the Bowl. I feel like Bill at MM’s is the true Santa…making sure we all get a taste of earth’s gifts.

    It’s the kind of place that inspires you to try new things, to be adventurous in the kitchen, and to revel in the wonders of food.

  • Bryan

    MM is my go-to place for funky citrus in the fall and winter, even more than the stands at the Ferry Plaza.
    Yuzu (can i call the plural yuzi?), mandarinquats, key limes, Seville oranges, and Buddha’s hands are all easy to find there. such a boon!


Shuna Fish Lydon

Shuna fish Lydon was whisked and baked in San Francisco but served and eaten in New York City. She’s had a 16 year tumultuous love affair with professional cooking and has BFA in photography from CCAC.

Working with and for some of the best chefs in NYC and California, Shuna’s resume reads like the who’s who of cooking today. She identifies as a fruit-inspired pastry chef and calls the many local farmers’ markets her muse.

Currently “at large,” Shuna spends her time teaching baking and knife skills classes, consulting at local restaurants and writing for a number of outlets about deliciousness.

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