After our little epic cross-country jaunt we were both in the mood for something not made in a fryolator. I am floating in grease. I leave slicks behind me wherever I walk. Between Christmas, Hanukkah, New Years, the revenge of road food, and sitting on my duff for 3000 miles, we both need to be eating like rabbits. Veggies and rice it is. This is technically fried rice but it uses so little oil that I hesitate to call it that.
This afternoon we made a trip to a supermarket in Seattle (actually Shoreline if I’m being honest) that we’re both in love with. Central Market is one of those gems that you stumble upon and realize how lucky you are to be anywhere close by. I went in on a whim when we first moved out here and we’ve been solid customers since. It’s a huge supermarket which has a killer produce section. It’s got everything and it’s spacious. Produce sections in most supermarkets are too busy. So busy that they should be placed approximately several blocks down the street. There’s nothing worse than elbowing for room around the broccoli with 1400 other people and whacking into carts and carriages shaped like whales and sports cars with screaming children running every which way. Ugly. It’s not like that at Central Market. There’s a zen peacefulness to the whole affair here. Things are organized, there’s absolutely EVERYTHING under the sun. And it’s all fresh and screams of quality. Continue reading