McCall has a surprisingly great little farmers’ market. Kids selling lemonade, the greens guy selling all my favorite things (spinach, collard greens, chard, and the best kale I’ve ever had, in all my kale adventures), cute old pair selling jams and muffins, grizzled ranch guy hawking lamb and cows that I’ve probably driven by in their living days, the famed Stacey Cakes with her irresistible smattering of tarts and pies (I succumbed to a cherry almond tart, breakfast of champions), and a couple selling tamales. Dang good tamales, chicken with green chile or pork with green, served out of of giant steaming pots stocked with seemingly unlimited goodness. Stacey Cake for breakfast, tamale for lunch, market kale for dinner.