Today was the last Broadway farmer’s market of ’07, and there was still plenty of good-looking stuff in the crates: kales, cabbages, two kinds of broccoli, carrots, beets, apples, winter squashes, onions, potatoes, a variety of lettuces, and the usual spread of Alvarez Farm’s hot peppers, many of which are now bright red. We picked up some greens, a few poblano chilies, and enough pinto beans to squirrel away for a winter’s worth of Mexican cooking. The beans are gorgeous, a splotchy marbled brown color, and they seem taut and fresh.
Seattle now has thirteen neighborhood farmer’s markets, and several are open year round — Pike Place Market, of course, which has opened daily for many years, plus the weekly University District, Ballard, and Fremont markets. There’s so much variety even now, at low tide, that it probably wouldn’t be a huge stretch to live off local food all year. I’m not necessarily proposing this for Charlie and me; you’ve got to pick your battles. But I don’t think the day is too far off when many Seattle farmer’s markets will be open year round, when customers demand kales and strange squashes, when eating local will be less a statement of social consciousness and simply a way of life.