Sunday at the Ballard Farmers Market

Sunday mornings are wonderful, don't you think? This Sunday was particularly great because we had 5,000 women swimming, biking and running in the park by our house for the Danskin mini-triathlon.
image via Seattlest.
I'd prepped some walnut bread French toast the night before, so I popped that in the oven, made a batch of coffee and then headed down to watch the race with Callie while Ed played with Rubes.

It was drizzly, but you could see from the expressions on the women's faces that the weather wasn't keeping them from feeling proud and satisfied. My favorite part, though, was hearing the men and children cheer for their wives and moms. It reminded me of watching the NYC marathon with Marly, my roommate in NYC for two years. We'd get up early, hop on the subway to Harlem and find a spot to watch. The first year we stood on the sidelines of the race near a gospel choir. I think it was mile 21 or 22, and you could see the thankfulness in the runners' faces when they heard the choir. It was such an inspiration. And this was too.

Back at the house we had our French toast (it didn't work as well as I would've wanted. You need a more absorbent, pillowy bread) and Ruby napped.

Then we headed over to the Ballard Farmers Market.

I'm not sure why we both love this market, but we do. When we lived closer and when Ruby slept anywhere (especially in her carseat) we'd go almost every weekend, even when the only things the market had fresh were winter greens, winter squash, cheese and potatoes.

Things have changed! Oh, the produce is gorgeous. Peaches, nectarines, blackberries, blueberries, Walla Walla's.

And tomatoes! Beautiful heirloom tomatoes.


We grabbed a bunch of fresh veggies and fruit, and then Ed got a hankering for a reuben. Other Coast Cafe makes the best pastrami sandwiches in town, so we gave the reuben a shot.

It was awesome. A little heavy on the mustard, but mostly just a delicious mess.