I love me some hot dogs and have a point of view: go to Renton.
After a few years of gleaning, I've taken the next step: true foraging.
An unexpected stop at the Ballard Farmer's Market yields a bounty of seasonal delicacies and that's not even counting the oysters we ate the next day.
The knobby, bumpy quince is the last of the fruit to be harvested and a sure sign that Autumn has arrived.
With the fall rains coming, we finally dug up the rest of the potatoes. These Yellow Finns are delicious and I'm a convert to giving a bit of space in the garden to potatoes as they're so much better than anything in the store.
It's old-fashioned, it's an amazing color, and it's not too much work if you can find some crab apple trees. We have plenty of them growing as street trees in Seattle.
In canning, like life, there are many ways to do a right thing that will get you to similar outcome. If you ever invite yourself over to make some jam, I hope you leave my kitchen with a few pretty jars and a big boost of kitchen confidence.