Things have been a bit busy these past couple of weeks!
We are still getting settled in the new house, and, of course, there is the usual stream of constant action that my wonderful husband and I find ourselves creating for ourselves.
We work hard during the week, and we play hard on the weekend.
This week was filled with focused production for me – and with plenty of entrepreneurial action for D so, when the time arrived for me to depart from the kitchen on Thursday and to begin summer vacation, we took to Seattle with much to celebrate; another President’s List nomination for me, a 4th wedding anniversary, and the coming of summer in all of her glory. This, of course, would not be an adventure without food….
We have been recently obsessed with mediterranean food and so we sought out a fabulous little place downtown – Andaluca. Over a fruity Washington Syrah, artichoke rissotto, saffron chicken, stuffed dates, local greens, calimari, gratineed cauliflower and baklava, we toasted life and love. To the notion that “living well” also means “living simply” and smiling at the fact that nourishing ourselves has become a passtime that we savor almost as equally as we do pushing ourselves in our active endeavours. As it should be. 🙂
This morning we woke up and had some breakfast – croissants at Le Panier at Pike Place Market and coffee at the ORIGINAL Starbucks. Pike Place is the oldest continually operating farmer’s market in the nation. There is not an off-season for the producers that sell here, even though as winter arrives their pickings grow slimmer. Still, they offer the public the opportunity to meet the maker of their food. Without these producers and their farms, there would be no food. So, to walk the market in the summer time, when everything is in full bloom and bursting to be picked and eaten, is really a pleasure.
We took the time to peruse the market today. The fishmongers were tossing orders, the vegetable purveyors had their gorgeousness on offer. I picked up perfectly sweet Yakima cherries for the ride home, as well as garlic stalks for grilling, donut peaches for munching as we walked, and quantities of Sel Gris and Fumee d’ Sel that I completely intend to work into something delightful as I create in the kitchen. And, a HUGE bouquet of flowers for the kitchen.
Sightseeing tour buses passed us in droves as we were leaving the market, and I can see the draw in being led on a tour through such a fabulous market as Pike Place. If it takes a tour to get you there, then good on you. Markets like Pike Place bring us back to the simplicity of eating, of enjoying what the land offers us, what nourishing our instincts is all about. Have you been to your farmer’s market lately?