back from the market
Going to the market, especially the kind that's a foodie's dream come true, is both torture, pleasure and sometimes in means of stress. Stress only because I decided to go on the upmost busiest day of the week. Saturday. This place on a saturday is more tightly packed then a tin of Italian sardines. Seriously. I found myself trying to squeeze into getting a look at anything took effort and patience. 'I just need that goat cheese....right...ugh..there!' All I could do was find an open hole, reach my hand in and hope for the best. Torture, well I wanted many things. Walking around the city and the train ride home didn't really work very well with perishables.
It was also my mom's birthday on the weekend and more then anything she just wanted a simple banana loaf, no cake, just the loaf, and that's exactly what I made her.
In all the pleasure I got with eyeing up some serious good looking eats I managed to bring back these delights (above), with that I induced this random veg photograph session.
Comments
I know exactly what you mean about the markets on a busy day, I adore the markets, but when you can't even reach the counter to get what you want, it is no longer a pleasurable experience!
Cheers,
Rosa
Going to the Farmer's Market always ends up being a higher expense than anticipated. It's like shoe shopping for me. I go with the intention of buying 2-3 items, but then all the veggies look so good, and sometimes there are some great breads there as well....and well, before you know it, I've spend triple of what I expected to.
At least you took some pictures only. lol
Thanks! :)