In the middle of winter, a bright salad. Other Californian colours followed.
Small leafy greens, their sharpness rounded by a subtle cheese dressing, and cheery cranberries, pulpy and full of ripe flavor.
Small chunks of white crab take on a pleasant tanginess from a salsa-like dressing. On these beautiful open-face sandwiches, they're backed up with rich chunks of light green avocado.
Soft pink-orange salmon contrast with bright purple shreds of cabbage, sandwiched by two spongy pieces of bread that share a passing semblance to thick pancakes.
Golden sunlight from crisp potato puffs that reveal a thick hot cloud of airy potato on the inside. "It's like a super gourmet tater-tot" exclaimed my friend.
Equally golden beignets, fresh from the fryer, sweet, eggy and slightly crusty, a surprisingly enjoyable heft.
Awe-striking chocolate bread pudding, along with a side of good chocolate mousse.
It just isn't winter in Berkeley. Despite the romaticism of changing seasons, my jealousy is boundless.