I love farmer's markets. When I was a kid, my mom and I would go the Visalia Farmer's Market in the Sears parking lots and she would always buy me a handmade tamale as a treat. The farmer's market was where we got one of my first puppies with my dad, it's where I learned about fresh produce and where our food comes from (just a few miles away from home). I love that I now live in an area where farmer's markets are the place to be every Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday or Sunday (or pretty much any day of the week). My mom and sister and I met at the San Francisco Ferry Building for the Saturday Farmer's Market during the weekend. It was a lovely sunny city day and perfect for a girls' day out. Brought us back to the good ol' days!