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July 14, 2012 – To market, to market.

July 14, 2012

I’m 40 and, this is very embarrassing to admit, I have never been to a Farmers Market. Until today. And now I’m hooked!

Our dear friends, Nic and Fran, invited us to Currumbin Farmers Markets this morning. In Fran’s words, “we can buy some great fresh produce, have a coffee, and sit around listening to the music”. Now I hate to say but, when I used to think of Farmers Markets, I pictured something like Flemington Markets, with boxes of fruit and veggies haphazardly displayed everywhere, and crowds of trashy bargain-hunting people milling around. Of course, as is usually the case, it wasn’t like I pictured it at all. For starters, there was no trash to be seen!

There were stalls with gourmet dips and condiments – chilli coconut mayonnaise, and fresh hollandaise sauce, chilli hommous, and pesto mayonnaise. There were bottles of freshly squeezed apple juice, and smoothies. Shops brimming with the most beautiful looking fruit and vegetables, so much better than you’ll find in any Woolworths or Coles.

And the bread. . . oh my goodness, the bread! I have a confession to make – I’m a sucker for fresh bread. Especially gourmet breads, with olives and sun-dried tomatoes, and fresh garlic, and sourdoughs. I was in heaven.

I walked around, looking and smelling and sampling, and marvelling at all the amazing dinner parties I could have with such incredible fresh produce and gourmet delicacies. Oh yes, I could put on a feast, and people would come from miles away! Well, not quite, but I can still dream I am a bit of a Maggie Beer or Nigella with all that divine food.

So with bags in hand dragging my shoulders down with the weight, we moved to the undercover area where the band was playing. The band (or I should say duo, as there were only two of them) wasn’t really rocking, but was more of a Jamiroquai-style band. Not the kind of band you can get up and dance wildly to, but that didn’t stop the kids. They had a bit of a dance, and then set about playing hide’n’seek with all the other kids, whose parents were ALSO ladened down with heavy bags full of delicious fare.

They played, we chatted, they laughed, we ate, they danced, we sipped our coffee, they laughed and squealed, we listened to the music, they ran, we relaxed. It was an impromptu visit, but no doubt we will be visiting more. And because we love our food so much and appreciate good healthy meals, we might just go and pay the markets a visit next weekend.

I think I need some more apples. And dips. And strawberries. And fresh juice. And sourdough bread . . . .

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