The cable car drop off point was near our hotel, so the original plan was to get on the cable car and have it take us down to the Ferry Building. He miss read the map and figured out, after we arrived at the cable car loading station, that the cable cars don't head that way...only the bus does...lol.
Being the trooper that I am, I suggested that we walk to the Ferry Building. It didn't look too far away on the map, so why not? I was wrong. It was far. Damn those misleading maps!
We probably walked like 3 miles before we arrived there, but the walk was worth it. There was a huge Farmer's Market set up outside the Ferry Building. I love me a Farmer's Market! There were booths and booths of organic veggies and fruits. I could have just built my house right there next to the Farmer's Market and been happy for the rest of my life.
I bought a white peach from this booth. It was the juiciest peach I have ever eaten! My hubby's comment, "You should find a bathroom and wash that before you eat it. Organic farms use poop for fertilizer." Jee, thanks hunny! Yes, I went inside and washed it.
Eagerly awaiting our scrumptious breakfast.
Scrambled eggs, pork belly, and arugula salad with a side of toast (Which I smothered with organic butter and homemade orange marmalade. If you haven't had organic butter yet, you need to. I'm not a big butter fan, but the organic stuff is to die for! Naked Cow Dairy here in Hawaii makes a killer Hawaiian Salt butter. Yum!). I topped it all off with a few cups of cafe press coffee. Coffee from a coffee press just tastes so much better to me than the percolated stuff.
Now that's what I call breakfast!
After breakfast we shopped around at the Ferry Building. They had the coolest little stores!
Cheese!
One store was called Sur La Table where I found these vintage inspired cups created by Anne Taintor:
The picture is a little blurry, but it says "From scratch? Why yes...I scratched the label right off the bakery's box."
"She was one cocktail away from proving his mother right."
Once my husband successfully dragged me out of the cooking store, we made our way towards Pier 39. We decided to walk again...mostly to work off all the butter I had just consumed.