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.