Last week I found myself downtown with a couple hours to kill. What better way to use my time than strolling around Pike Place Market? I think it is important to remember to be a tourist even in the city in which you live. I never want to be one of those people who never do the quintessential Seattle things, just because I am a snobby resident.
At the market, I made certain to pick up some fingerling potatoes and a bunch of multi colored carrots. For some reason purple carrots are really much more exciting than orange ones. I am always drawn to the flowers, and for five bucks a bunch they provide instant happiness.
