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fall seattle farmers market haul

my market haul 11-8

Autumn has arrived. The rainy season is upon us. But, after more than 20 years of snowy seasons, I’ll take it. (Snow on Halloween. Snow on Easter. Sometimes snow on Christmas, because that’s real life. Sometimes snow drifts that were taller than me!) We got lucky last year. It was a mild winter, and a gorgeous summer. The trade off of the subtle seasons was, unfortunately, drought and forest fires across the state. I have a feeling this year we might finally be introduced to the true Seattle rain. The I-haven’t-seen-the-sun-in-21-days kind of rain. We’ll see. Is it weird I’m kind of excited? (Talk to me again in 4 months when I’m vitamin-D deficient and wallowing in seasonal depression.) This week for me is all about the veggies. I’m taking a conscious step away from animal proteins for the moment, which often take center stage in our meals and on our plates while veggies, fruits, legumes and grains are secondary. I’m listening to my body (and everyone else’s ragged voices), and am trying to fill …

my farmers market haul

my recent market hauls

It might be a surprise, but I don’t go to the farmers market every weekend. Sometimes, my shopping trips are so fruitful, they feed us for more than a week. Sometimes, I have a hankering for tuna melts (my husband makes the best ever) or the Thai restaurant in our building. (The scents of Thai cooking and deep-fried spring rolls waft through our apartment every day, and sometimes our bellies follow our noses and give in to takeout.) This is a few weeks worth of trips. I meant to share my first haul with you weeks ago (when I actually went to the market), but I’ve been feeling a bit under the weather lately β€” autumn rolled in and brought with it allergies and a lingering head cold which sapped all of my motivation. This is what I bought, and how I used these ingredients to craft meals and explore new recipes and ideas. Sunday, September 27 Wow! It really has been a minute. I’m sorry I didn’t share this beautiful bounty with you sooner. …

sweet peppers in season

the first of fall

Just like that, it’s October. It seemed like summer was just swept out from underneath me. In a whirlwind three months β€” from late April through early August β€” we planned our wedding, got married, and had our honeymoon (surprisingly, it was our first full vacation together). We left Washington at the beginning of August when the breeze was still soft and warm and the sun’s last light didn’t fade until 10 p.m. (or later). Then we spent 10 days in hot, humid Hawaii. When we got home, it was fall already. We’ve been slow to get back into the swing of things, riding the euphoria of being newlyweds. The wedding and the honeymoon are over, but there’s still plenty on our to-do lists. Thank you notes, announcements, ordering pictures and the mind-boggling demanding process of changing a name. This is my favorite time of year. It is so full. Of nostalgia and potential; one season overlapping with the next. Early fall is so abundant in all things that it feels decadent, almost sinful. Though …

to market, to market

Even when you lose an hour of sleep, Sundays are still the best days. There’s something about the sunshine and the air and the breeze on a Sunday that’s different from all the other days. There are a few farmers markets open year-round here in Seattle. So, for the last few weeks, we’ve woken to brilliant sunshine and the brightest blue sky, walked a few blocks to catch the bus, and wandered through the Ballard Farmers Market. After moving across the country, I felt a little lost. I worked at and shopped at several different markets around Atlanta over the last few years, and I didn’t quite know what to do with myself in a grocery store. I wandered through Pike Place Market, chatted with a butcher (and checked out her walk-in fridge), and scoped out the stands heaping with fresh (but not always local) produce. Walking into the cluster of tents at Ballard Farmers Market, I felt instantly at home. There was a hotdog stand, artists, jewelers, soap makers, musicians with banjos, acoustic guitars, …