For the past few weeks, I've been writing a grant proposal to get some funding for the development of an exciting cancer therapy technology. These grants take a lot out of me, and I need a little extra help in the morning to get myself together when I am writing. My mind needs more nourishing and my stomach needs more pampering than my usual breakfast can provide... Luckily, two weekends ago, I met my breakfast savior in Berkeley.
Following recommendations from Sam at Becks & Posh, I ventured to the Berkeley Farmer's Market to check out the scene. I've been exploring different Farmer's Markets lately, and the Berkeley one sounded like the perfect anti-Ferry Building Farmer's Market. I thought the FBFM was expensive, over-hyped, and somewhat geared towards tourists and their non-essential grocery shopping - it didn't seem like the regular joe's market that I prefer. I liked the Berkeley market better, but I still think the local Pleasanton Farmer's Market offers the most competitive prices with matched quality and variety of organic produce. BUT, I went back to the Berkeley market again this weekend. Yes, you guessed it! I went back to Berkeley because my breakfast savior is only available at Berkeley and not at Pleasanton!
Loulou's rhubarb grapefruit jam is simply amazing. It has a wonderful grapefruit scent with a tangy tartness and that unique texture and flavor that rhubarb provides to all things sweet. Rhubarb is a relatively new addition to my life, and I only learned about its existence a few years ago in NC. The bakery where I worked made terrific strawberry-rhubarb galettes, and that was the only context in which I knew about rhubarb. From the little exposure I have, I think rhubarb lends texture, flavor, and scent - my three most pleasurable senses - without overpowering the other flavors. Mr. Rubard would be awarded the Best Supporting Actor Oscar for its roles in both the strawberry-rhubarb galette from the Weaver Street Market Bakery and in Loulou's rhubarb grapefruit jam.
I cannot resist Loulou's jam on my toast in the morning, and sometime last week, I was so disheartened when I finished the entire jar in three days. Yes, a whole entire jar of jam in three days. I couldn't believe it myself. But those three days were extremely productive writing days. Loulou's jam for breakfast seemed to help me think critically and my proposal writing flowed with ease!
I went back to Berkeley this weekend to restock on my jam, since I still have quite a bit of tinkering left to do on my proposal. And this time, I was prepared. I bought three jars. That was Saturday AM. It is Tuesday PM, and I am now down one jar... The top jar you see in the photos basking in the morning sun - GONE. Good thing I got a picture of it before I devoured it.
I hope Loulou is prepared for an onslaught of scientists knocking on her door when they find out the secret to my scientific prowess (ha!) is in her jam... I hope she saves me her rhubarb grapefruit jam at all costs. The future of cancer research could be in her hands...