Satsumas in Seattle
So I told you I did some traveling over the long weekend, but I don’t think I told you where I went! Well if the blatant title of this post doesn’t clue you in, maybe it would help to know that the gorgeous picture you see above is of Lake Washington.
I’ve always heard great things about how beautiful Seattle is, but I had never seen it for myself. Now that I have, I can say that the vibrant green of the trees in winter, and the calming blue of the lake that outlines the city definitely live up to their reputation. And the mountains in the distance, well they just take your breath away. It’s a city worth a thousand pictures, none of which can capture its beauty any better than your very own eyes. Needless to say, I fell in love as soon as I stepped out of the airport.
But of course, the measure of any city would not be complete without a statement about their food. I was hoping to run into some of my favorite Seattle food bloggers like Molly from Orangette or Shauna from Gluten-Free Girl but I had no such luck. But, I will say that the company I found myself surrounded by definitely had their fair share of knowledge about the foodways of Seattle.
Aside from the stereotype that Seattle natives are obsessed with coffee (which let me tell you is COMPLETELY true), I think I learned quite a bit about the foods local residents consume. With an ocean at their fingertips, they have access to fresh wild fish. One of the meals I had at someone’s home was fresh Wild King salmon which is supposed to be much healthier than the stuff we generally consume back here in Chicago.
Many of my hosts just loved to cook; there was such an appreciation for organic and fresh ingredients – from a cauliflower and sweet potato soup to a fresh blueberry cake; all of which were delicious. I discovered tea extract for the first time – which is a liquid you that you pour into hot water for instant tea, and I even learned all about boya like I told you. It was a food enthusiast’s paradise, and while most things I discovered are not native to Seattle, it was interesting to see how different a way of life can be in another city.
But my favorite distinction of all was found at the dessert tables, where satsumas reigned the fruit bowls. What’s a satsuma you ask? A peelable and seedless mandarin orange that also goes by the name of Mikans in Japan. As I grabbed them out of the bowl, I was sure they were clementines, because back in Chicago that’s what we eat. Silly me was quickly corrected and told that they were satsumas I was eating. And, sure enough, the next day when we went to a local grocery store, what do we see?:
I guess that’s what they eat in Seattle.