Mount Claremont Farmers Market

Saturday's with Lily are a far cry from the Saturdays of old. We used to laze in bed for hours, I'd wait paitiently for my pancakes (GG makes the best pancakes ever) in bed and read the paper. Then we'd be off in a mad rush to get to sailing and the day would be gone. No time for shopping, cleaning or thinking about dinner.

Now with LL waking us up before the sun is up and me still not sailing, there's plenty of time to get all those things done we always wanted to on a Saturday. Like going to the farmers market.

I'm not sure which farmers grow plums and bananas, but they all looked good enough to eat

I love the idea of a farmers market: getting to chat with the producers and learning the secrets of growing straight carrots (it's about sand apparently). But GG used to work in the wholesale fruit and vege markets, and knows that what you see is not necesserily what you get. I do love it that GG just wants to squeeze the fruit and chat to the growers, it's like seeing him in his element.
"Are they really organic?" I ask. "Of course not," scoffs GG "You can't get cauliflowers that big without help.". Illusions shattered, I still enjoy pottering around these places. Most of it is no different to a good fruit and vege shop, but they did have purple carrots, orange beetroot and eye wateringly fresh rocket and parsley.

I think my favorite bits of farmers markets are the meat and cheese sellers, they almost invariably do grow/make their produce and know what they're talking about. At Mt Claremont yesterday they had freerange pork (we got some chorizo for paella) and some beautiful Over the Moon goats cheese. Plus there's bread, juice and eggs amongst the trees in the playg ground.

The "organic" produce, looks so pretty under the trees 

Maybe I'm a cynic, but I'm still going back next week to get some more non-organic organic purple carrots. And another one of those killer bacon and egg rolls.