The last couple of times I've been to the Tuesday market at Justin Herman Plaza, chocolatier Michael Recchiuti has had a booth -- which he mans himself.
The samples alone are worth a trip: his rich fudgey brownies, chocolate, fruit pates, and ice cream and sorbet. I couldn't resist emulating one clever woman who speared a chunk of chocolate ganache and dipped it into the raspberry sorbet ... yummmm!
Although he doesn't have chocolates by the piece, he has small bags of his most popular items (rose caramels, ginger hearts, etc.). Five dollars for a bag of six might seem high, but I'm used to paying $1.25-1.30 apiece for the rose caramels by weight at Confetti, so I snapped a bag right up. In addition to the brownies he also had vanilla bean marshmallows, s'mores and other goodies.
In addition to the raspberry sorbet there was Santa Rosa plum sorbet and burnt caramel ice cream (and a couple of other flavors I've forgotten).
I got a pint of the burnt caramel ($7) and took it back to the office. Thinking my boss would like it (she's not a chowhound, but she is quite a connoisseur of confectionary), I dished a couple of spoonfuls into plastic cups for each of the four other members of my department.
Then the funniest thing happened. I proffered a cup to one of my colleagues. She stepped back and looked at it suspiciously.
"What is it?"
"Burnt caramel ice cream."
You would have thought I said "mashed banana slugs." She took another step back, screwed-up her face and declined. I was so taken aback I burst out "Geez, you didn't have to make a face!"
Everyone else loved the burnt caramel ice cream [vbg].
I also gave my boss one of the rose caramels. Watching the expressions on her face change from mild anticipation to startlement (the caramel is liquidy), to wonderment to voluptuous pleasure was worth every penny!