sometimes you know the solution to a problem. that is, you know of its existence, independent to the relevant problem, but you haven’t quite put the two together.
for example, i’d known about the orange grove organic market since shortly after i moved into the area. i’d also known that the 445 bus sort of headed in that direction. but to me, the market was always just a little bit too much of a walk. i’d say it would have taken over half an hour to hoof it. it was only recently that it clicked that i could take a bus there, and that the bus actually stopped right outside the market. brains — what would we do without them?
saturday morning, we walked to the bus stop with a spring in our step, and not too long later, we were on the bus with three other families with young ‘uns. off the bus, there were kids, and dogs, and sunshine, and bouncy castles. it was spring!
we did a couple of laps around the market, with no particular plan, just to see what was available (which was lots). i take a little while to warm up at markets, but then once the first purchase is out of the way, it always spirals out of control.
as it happened, that first crucial purchase involved standing in front of the artisanal lemonade stall for longer than you might expect. there wasn’t actually a queue, mind, it was just me trying to decide if i wanted the pineapple lemonade — a great beehive of glass filled with sunny yellow, with small chunks of fresh pineapple floating inside — or the raspberry lemonade — deep red, and copiously seeded. there was also a rather complex looking ginger ale with bits of chopped up chillis and other vegetation, but i thought that i’d save it for when i didn’t have to share with the kid. the lemonade guy recommended the pineapple… and it was nice and all, but i was too busy trying to drink my share of it, before maeve guzzled it all. the last i saw, her grimy little paw was sloshing about in the dregs, fishing for the fruit.
but so. now the purse strings had been freed! there was interesting bread, but we already had two loaves at home. there were two stalls with pink lady apple pies, but it was too soon after breakfast. there was some lovely rose geranium soap, but it was $5.50 a bar. we worked our way through the maze, accepting samples of nougat and oranges and raspberry ricotta cake. the south american food was inviting, and the calabrian too. the g–zleme ladies were there too, with variations i hadn’t yet encountered: organic chocolate and banana (must have been $15 g–zleme).
i bought: a brown bag of pink ladies; a packet of eumundi smokehouse double smoked bacon and a red wine and garlic salami; a small tub of gympie farm butter; a tomato and olive pastry, for sustenance; and some mushrooms.
ah the mushrooms. they were spread out in boxes across the counter: button, swiss brown, oyster, king brown, shitake, enoki, chesnut. i wanted them all. “can i buy a mixed selection?” i asked the mushroom man, and “how much are they?”
“they all cost the same,” he replied, “$4.50 for a hundred grams.” he even measured out 100g of oyster mushrooms, so i could see what 100g of mushrooms looked like. and then i asked for a 400g mix of the five more exotic funghi.
there were so many, he packed them into two of his sturdy brown bags. “$18,” he said.
see, i know that four times $4.50 is $18, but somehow i didn’t do that calculation in my head when i put my order in. and so when we caught the bus home, i had just under a dollar left in my wallet. but a bounty! of tasties! in my shoping bag.
dinner was fettucine with a myriad of mushrooms, fried with bacon and garlic in gympie butter. all together now: mmmMMMmmm.
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But! what did you eat for breakfast?!
Those mushrooms entice me too but I never ever buy them…
Good choice on those apples.
I bought organic eggs, organic strawberries, conventional coriander and bokchoy. I ate a bacon and egg roll and the boy ate a bacon and egg roll AND a chorizo roll(alright i had some too)
tian: oooh, i dunno. sometimes it feels like i’m fighting it out for equal (not even larger!) share. i would love to have a meal out where i can eat leisurely and savour every last mouthful. [sighs wistfully]
sue: you mean at the market? well… i did have some of that pineapple lemonade and half the tomato olive pie. such is the life of 6.30 awakenings and early breakfasts. yess. we had breakfast before we left the house. i’m sure i had something exciting like homemade lemon curd on turkish bread toast, and a cup of tea. if i can rope the boy in next time for some kiddie wrangling, perhaps we’ll manage a better show at the market. i kinda wanted an apple pie… [sighs wistfully]
🙂
mmMMmm slurp slurp slurp
reading your last few posts, i must say nothing beats a mother-daughter combo who have equal healthy appetites.
Dinner sound sensational. Those gourmet mushrooms always gather a crowd at Pyrmont.
Don’t you love the Gympie farm better. It is so so good. I could eat it out of the tub. Ok ok, i confess that was just not just a rhetorical musing [blush]
The fettuccine recipe sound so tasty! I like your blog! ^_^
Oohh, sometime I HAVE to meet you there! Been wanting to visit those markets for like forever — when will my path reveal itself?
Maybe I can help wrestle the drinks out of the kid’s vice-like grip so you get the fairer share…