Just two more Bellevue Farmers Markets to go in 2017. Which means, this week, you're down to your penultimate pluot, pizza slice, and pepper, and your second-to-last soups, shave ice, and cinnamon roll.
Thanks for the mouth-watering picture, Wikipedia
As our farmers and vendors will tell you, some of them can still be found in our "off-season," holding down wintry booths at places like the University District Farmers Market, and now that I have a UW student, I might venture over once or twice, but, for the most part, we will have to say good-bye to fresh and super-local for a few months.
My husband ripped out the tomato plants last weekend, leaving us only a couple dozen fruits left to ripen as best they can on the countertop. They're kind of banged up at this point (since I accidentally kicked and squashed some in the garage when they were lying on newspaper in the darkness there), but they're still good enough chopped up or thrown in stir-fries or sprinkled on pizza.
We must force our hearts to let go of summer and turn to fall. Grab a pumpkin this week, or a squash, and make your first pie of the season. Or give in to that rich scent of tamales wafting from La Panaderia. Or snatch up a generous bag of crisp fall apples, and whip up a tarte tatin. I did this week, and, despite not reading the recipe through and messing up the glaze step, it tasted delicious. All of which is to say, I don't have a picture for you because the thing was ugly. All you need to know is that it called for "six small apples, peeled, cored, and cut into eighths."
If you've been a Marketgoer this year, there's going to be an end-of-season partay on Thursday, October 26th, 5-8pm! A ticket gets you drinks and appetizers at the 520 Bar and Grill on Main Street that evening, and you'll enjoy live music, shared stories, and an opportunity to show support for our beloved local Market. Kids are welcome. Pop by after work or stay for the whole time! Click here to buy a ticket, so the 520 Bar and Grill can have the right amount of food on hand.
Like this, only less blurry.
Two. Weeks. Left.
See you all there. I'll be the one with a tamale in one hand and a pluot in the other.
