Remember the weekly haat and the bazaars we have back home in India?
Translate the same set up and you are transported to a Farmers’ Market in the Western world. Only less chaotic.
I am just back from the Farmers’ Market next to the Mel Lastman Square, sipping my morning chai, actually my hands are still dirty from touching the corn, and ruffling that huge dog who could not resist from drinking from the fountain there! I am like that dog, the power of self-control is a whimpering low, especially when it comes to sharing something exciting with you! 
The memory of that toddler picking a raspberry up and putting it straight in her mouth is still fresh, just like the fruits and vegetables here.
All you see is freshness all around you, including a nod and a smile from the farmers who are selling their produce! 
My husband loves garlic and these of course are the freshest you can lay your eyes on! 
Talking of colors, who can compete with this riot created by root vegetables… 
Not to miss the dainty head of Miss Cauliflower! 
2 comments:
Those beans look so plump! drool! You know my friend grows cilantro in her garden and the flavor!!!- she just needs a few sprigs as opposed to the handful that I use (i've asked her to pass me some seeds so I can start my own little patch/pot.) I can believe you on the basil...have fun and don't forget to share your culinary delights with us! :)
I am learning to love veggies ... both to cook and eat. So can honestly say you are so lucky to get such fresh vegetables ... all we get these days are from cold storages.
Fresh vegetables diye mix kono chorchori ba paanch misheli r taste e alada hobe. :-)
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