Farmers' Market Take 2
Last night as I was on my way to and from buying frozen fruit in the department store (I went to buy frozen mango and strawberries and found some frozen rhubarb as well), I noticed that there were lots of little tents being set up on the communal grass outside the casino (i.e. 2 mins walk from our house). The locals on the benches were looking on in amusement and the fitness punchers* must have had to go elsewhere.
They all had small chalkboards at the top and on each was written. "Sydney Morning Herald Growers Market". I was pretty excited - there were loads of tents. It looked like it was going to be a better market than the disappointing one we visited in Kings Cross and right on our doorstep!
Consequently we ambled over once I dragged myself out of bed this morning at a tardy 7:45am (Sean had been up for nearly 3 hours, although I feel I must point out that this discrepancy is partly owing to Sean getting some kip on my lap last night while I stayed awake reading Marx).
Our stated aim was to buy some pork sausages (as at Kings Cross), but the variety of stuff there was amazing and we ended up buying: bread, sausages, fudge, fruit (grapes, clementines, bananas), avocados, zucchini flowers (!) and a copy of the Sydney Morning Herald (it only seemed polite). I wanted to buy some raisin bread and croissants as well but there is only so much food you can eat. If we had a large freezer we would have bought loads of exciting meat, including venison and goat and especially salmon sausages.
I forgot the camera (as always) so we couldn't take any pictures.
What we bought
Zucchini Flowers
We came home, had some sausages and bread (pretty good) and then I had some fruit before starting on the fudge. I only meant to have one piece.
Empty fudge packet
The fruit and sausages had been excellent (although I don't understand why fruit should taste better when it comes from a farmers market - fruit is surely grown on farms and then shipped to places where it is sold, why should it be better if this is a tent rather than a supermarket?) but the fudge was amazing.
Since I had eaten it all and the farmers market was so close by, I decided to go back and get some more. It was about 11am now and when I got there a lot of the stalls had already packed their goods away.
I took the camera this time.
The market
A particularly interesting stall
I bought some dates. I had wanted to do this earlier, but the stall had been too busy. I also bought a date and coconut roll, which is apparently just dates and coconut mixed together. If it is nice I shall make some myself.
I also went and bought a jar of macadamia butter: the whole concept was just too exciting to ignore. While there I tried their lime curd. It was so nice, I almost bought some even though I clearly wouldn't eat it. But sense prevailed.
By this time I had been past the place where I thought the fudge stall had been and through most of the market as well and was despairing of finding fudge, although I didn't feel too bad armed as I was with new purchases. I finally found it and I was just in time as they had almost packed all their fudge away. The bag I had eaten had been a mixed bag containing chocolate and caramel, which were both gorgeous and another one (luckily only one piece) with macadamia nuts added unnecessarily. They didn't have any unmixed bags, so I bought two bars of chocolate and two bars of caramel. They may last me until tomorrow.
Final shop
* It appears that on all pieces of communal grass in Australia, especially early in the morning there are gangs of people in Lycra who exercise by taking it turns to be puncher and punchee. The puncher gets the standard boxing gloves, while the punchee gets a kind of round shield, very much like the round bats children play with on the beach that tennis balls stick to.
Last night as I was on my way to and from buying frozen fruit in the department store (I went to buy frozen mango and strawberries and found some frozen rhubarb as well), I noticed that there were lots of little tents being set up on the communal grass outside the casino (i.e. 2 mins walk from our house). The locals on the benches were looking on in amusement and the fitness punchers* must have had to go elsewhere.
They all had small chalkboards at the top and on each was written. "Sydney Morning Herald Growers Market". I was pretty excited - there were loads of tents. It looked like it was going to be a better market than the disappointing one we visited in Kings Cross and right on our doorstep!
Consequently we ambled over once I dragged myself out of bed this morning at a tardy 7:45am (Sean had been up for nearly 3 hours, although I feel I must point out that this discrepancy is partly owing to Sean getting some kip on my lap last night while I stayed awake reading Marx).
Our stated aim was to buy some pork sausages (as at Kings Cross), but the variety of stuff there was amazing and we ended up buying: bread, sausages, fudge, fruit (grapes, clementines, bananas), avocados, zucchini flowers (!) and a copy of the Sydney Morning Herald (it only seemed polite). I wanted to buy some raisin bread and croissants as well but there is only so much food you can eat. If we had a large freezer we would have bought loads of exciting meat, including venison and goat and especially salmon sausages.
I forgot the camera (as always) so we couldn't take any pictures.
What we bought
Zucchini Flowers
We came home, had some sausages and bread (pretty good) and then I had some fruit before starting on the fudge. I only meant to have one piece.
Empty fudge packet
The fruit and sausages had been excellent (although I don't understand why fruit should taste better when it comes from a farmers market - fruit is surely grown on farms and then shipped to places where it is sold, why should it be better if this is a tent rather than a supermarket?) but the fudge was amazing.
Since I had eaten it all and the farmers market was so close by, I decided to go back and get some more. It was about 11am now and when I got there a lot of the stalls had already packed their goods away.
I took the camera this time.
The market
A particularly interesting stall
I bought some dates. I had wanted to do this earlier, but the stall had been too busy. I also bought a date and coconut roll, which is apparently just dates and coconut mixed together. If it is nice I shall make some myself.
I also went and bought a jar of macadamia butter: the whole concept was just too exciting to ignore. While there I tried their lime curd. It was so nice, I almost bought some even though I clearly wouldn't eat it. But sense prevailed.
By this time I had been past the place where I thought the fudge stall had been and through most of the market as well and was despairing of finding fudge, although I didn't feel too bad armed as I was with new purchases. I finally found it and I was just in time as they had almost packed all their fudge away. The bag I had eaten had been a mixed bag containing chocolate and caramel, which were both gorgeous and another one (luckily only one piece) with macadamia nuts added unnecessarily. They didn't have any unmixed bags, so I bought two bars of chocolate and two bars of caramel. They may last me until tomorrow.
Final shop
* It appears that on all pieces of communal grass in Australia, especially early in the morning there are gangs of people in Lycra who exercise by taking it turns to be puncher and punchee. The puncher gets the standard boxing gloves, while the punchee gets a kind of round shield, very much like the round bats children play with on the beach that tennis balls stick to.
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