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Monday, June 8, 2015

To Market, To Market

Sunday morning we were off to Ballard, and the Sunday Farmer's Market.  It opens at 10:00 and we thought we would be there right at 10:00.  Ha.  It took us about ten minutes or more just to find parking, and after walking the five blocks to the market street, we found it already packed.  
 But we plunged in.  I always love the flower stalls.  Irene and I like to try to decide which bouquets we like the best.  It's hard to chose. 


Right off the bat we found this doughnut making stall.  We were mesmerized watching the mini-doughnut dough plop and fry and get turned over and lifted out onto the tray.  Of course we had to try them, dusted with cinnamon sugar.  Oh my goodness, they were so good: hot, sweet, melt-in-your-mouth light.  We bought six for $2.00 and ate them up right then.  Isaac even went back for another half dozen later, as much to watch the machine as to eat them. 
Pies and produce and pottery and plants, Oh My.






 This succulent display was wonderful, just like little jewels.  When we had seen everything, this is where the kids came back to buy, each picking out two "cute little baby plants", which we potted up after we got home. 

 We ate our way around the market, tasting samples of cookies and toffee and hazelnuts and cheese and apples and cherries and salmon and caramels. 
 We did not taste the fiddle head ferns or the exotic mushrooms, but Tom did have an oyster slider. 
 We had a great time.  Having seen and tasted everything, and after spending time in a toy shop along the street, we decided we had had enough of slow walking in the crowds, it was getting hot, and we were tired, so we came back home.  The kids played outside for a while, and I'm sure they had more screen time.  It's hard to get them away from the electronics, but when I manage to, they have a good time just playing.  That's a good thing.

We fed them lunch and then Tom took them home, where Jill joined them by early afternoon.  

While we were playing in the city, Jill had spent the weekend in the mountains, doing this:

They call it scrambling.  I would call it hanging on for dear life.  Jill says she is the one on the far left, in the red helmet. 
 She says she is in this photo too, on Brown Peak.
 For perspective, here is Brown Peak with the Big Enchantments in the background.  
She says they had fun.  I believe her.  But she didn't have hot, sweet doughnuts.

16 comments:

  1. Jill is amazing! I would take the doughnuts first any day. You do have the most beautiful floral bouquets in the country. We're always so amazed at the color, perfection and freshness of all the flowers, not to mention the more reasonable price in Seattle.

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  2. Those flower bouquets looked gorgeous & the markets interesting, Jill must be quite the adventurer, the scenery incredible!

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  3. Oh, I would SO love to visit that market! Your photos reveal many, many things I'd love to buy, not the least of which is a big batch of fiddleheads! I love fiddleheads. Boil them, add a dab of butter and a splash of cider vinegar, and oh, my! I'm drooling on my keyboard.

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  4. Now that is a market I haven't visited. It looks wonderful, but I think I would also be tempted to eat my way through it. Still trying to shed a few extra pounds that seems to have made my waistline home. :-)

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  5. Oh my goodness! The colors in your photographs are beautiful! What a feast for the eyes and tummies, as the doughnuts sound delicious. I will tell my son he must go there and take lots of photos so I can experience vicariously. That Jill! You sure raised a strong, confident, adventurous daughter!

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  6. The fair sounds like so much fun. We have a mini farmers market here in town on Thursdays, but it isn't nearly as busy as yours.

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  7. What beautiful bouquets of flowers...and Jill well obviously she isn't afraid of heights:)

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  8. Hah! Jill missed out, didn't she? They have one of those doughnut makers at the Puyallup farmer's market too. They are sooooo good. An oyster slider sounds delish, if it was fried. I'm not a fan of eating oysters raw. I gravitate towards the bouquets too.

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  9. I love farmer's markets. As many as there are around here, they are all so different.
    The rock climbing looks like fun, but I think I would be more likely to go to the market if I ever make it out that way!

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  10. what a market! i would have died to get those fiddleheads!

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  11. Each to their own of course, but I would rather have the market any day of the week. It looks wonderful, such beautiful flowers and of course doughnuts.

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  12. I'd choose doughnuts anyday over clinging to rocks...but I don't eat doughnuts anymore....sob!

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  13. I'm not a farmer's market person but I know people thoroughly enjoy their time at the market. Now scrambling? I remember the fun of scrambling. It was fun but hard work. I quit a long time ago when my age dictated a little more reality.

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  14. That is such a pretty market. Jill is amazing! No way would I be climbing that rock! I'll take slow walking in the crowd at the market.

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  15. Your farmers market looks better than ours in Hawaii. I like piping hot donuts too. Yum.

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  16. A fun time at the farmers market! You reminded me that it's strawberry season and I'd better get some before they're done for the year! Silly Jill probably didn't know about the doughnut machine.

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