Heading to our neighborhood market today, which was recently profiled in this NYT piece on our hood. It reads, "Ballard’s eastern edge feels more contemporary, with dining, shopping and a lively social scene. On Sundays, Ballard Avenue is home to a public market that some Ballardites insist surpasses the city’s well-known Pike Place Market. It has quintessentially Pacific Northwestern offerings like giant radishes, tiny potatoes called spud nuts, jugs of homemade cider, spiced blackberry wine and milk extracted from purebred Boer goats."
I know what you're thinking..."Proximity to purebred Boer goat milk, sweet."