A very few, a bird or two, to take a backward look. (Emily Dickinson, Indian Summer)
Last day of the market. Summer's unofficial end. Sigh. And it was 80 degrees, perfectly described in the above mentioned poem--
These are the days when skies put on
The old, old sophistries of June,
-A blue and gold mistake.
Since I couldn't break my promise to you in June, I finally had a chocolate truffle today. I chose Xocolatl: A velvety rich bit of chocolate garnished with chili pepper flakes and a sprinkling of salt. It was tasty!
After the chocolate appetizer came dinner - phad Thai and potstickers from one of the vendors (who, perchance, is opening a restaurant at the end of October on Lake Street along the waterfront in Kirkland, so there will be ample opportunity to try her food cooked indoors this winter).
I came home armed with a flat of raspberries, pluots, plums, leeks, corn on the cob, and cucumbers. Due to a proliferation of dinners out and being away for the weekend I am still working on last week's blueberries and zucchini.
Otherwise...I had a friend visiting for the greater part of the last two weeks during which time I showed her my favorite haunts around Seattle while discovering new ones. I promise to share all the new (and some of the old) discoveries with you in a future post.
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Can't wait. And I'm always SO jealous of your farmer's market. Of all the places I've lived we've never had one with quite so much produce as you describe.
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