Walnut-studded bread, I can't believe I slipped in telling you about this. Hauntingly-delicious, this loaf was just begging to be consumed in two days. We are very good care-keepers, so of course we did our part in tending to it. Spongy and yeasty, its lightly nutty scent trailed through the apartment.
Seattle has a lot of hidden treasures. I'm not talking about the colorful characters you'll find downtown who refuse to accept the idea that the grunge scene died in the 90s, the tipsy library building, or the homeless who dance creatively to sell their new issues of Real Change.
I'm takling about cafes and bakeries - such as the place where we got the bread, the Columbia City Bakery. Although I have never been to Europe, the food scene here seems a very European, from what I hear. You've got your bread-people, meat-people, produce-sellers, and dairy-men. Sure, many U.S. cities have this, but it's nearly effortless in Seattle to shop outside the supermarket. I'm fortunate to be 4 blocks away from Pike Place Market at work, and a 1/2 hour and $20 investment afterwards will give me pork sausage, chuck roast, muscat grapes, green beans, yogurt, and baguette in return.
And a crazy lady telling me more than I'd ever need or want to know about yogurt.
I bring up the bread because it points to a larger issue we've been discussing a lot over here: getting groceries. What is a joy to many, is a pain-in-the-side to others. I couldn't find anything more exciting to do. Others I know would rather stare at a wall.
As we're developing our grocery buying ritual, balancing sourcing from both local sources and the supermarket, I'm curious how you get groceries. Ours is a weekend mishmash of Trader Joe's, Safeway, Whole Foods, and the market.
So, how do you decide? Where do you go? And how often?