The clouds have returned, and I am thinking of trying to interest Tim Eyman in backing an initiative for a High-Pressure Tax. That is, all of us Washington taxpayers pony up to construct an enormous contraption that raises air pressure over the state and blows all the clouds and crud into Canada and Oregon, where they will be better appreciated.
|Call me a genius, but I'm picturing something like this|
In the meantime, I shivered my way through the Saturday Market for the first time last week and made some discoveries worth sharing.
|Beautifully bottled--great hostess gift!|
The WiseGuy was indeed wise, to whip up such a batch of hot, aromatic yumminess on such a cold day. What better than a meatball sandwich wrapped in nothing but some foil and a napkin? It was a combination lunch/handwarmer!
First he stirred up the goods...
and then he jammed it inside a baguette, the innards of which had already been pressed down to the bottom by a special, baguette-rammer device. Amazing. I think we are witnessing the cool-weather equivalent to the invention of the ice cream cone. Yes, I did still manage to drop some down my front, but nothing that a little cold water and soap couldn't get off. And it was SO worth it.
Once my stomach was full and my hands were warm, I was then able to stop and smell the peonies (and daisies and other flowers).
And to linger over the
|Confession: this pic is from Thursday, but you know what I mean.|