Yesterday’s Ballard market was a bust. Maybe planetary alignment was off, and maybe it was my attitude. Either way, the only things on hand at high noon were potatoes, sunchokes, apples, beets, and green leeks. And $10 salad mix. I couldn’t get inspired. Not even a carrot in sight, plus Stokesberry was flat out of chicken, whole or otherwise. (The nice lady from Stokesberry said that anyone can preorder by email; you pick up at any of the Saturday or Sunday Seattle farmers markets.)

So what else to do but come home and turn soil in the backyard beds. Time to take matters into my own hands.