It was the last day for the apple man, he's run out til the first early croppers appear in late February. But he's swiftly replaced by a grower selling the most delicious strawberries imaginable, their fragrance wafted over to our stall until they sold out. Other spring produce included tiny broad beans, rosy rhubarb stalks, artichokes and little sweet golden turnips that children were eating like apples.
My family reckon I'm a bit strange, coming home and immediately photographing artichokes in the soft afternoon light. But I couldn't help it, they're irresistible. Not only to look at but to eat. The question was, do I leave them on the counter to look beautiful all week, or eat them while they're still super fresh? Naturally greed won the day and I cut them in half, rubbed them with lemon juice, tossed with olive oil and roasted for about ten minutes. Messy to eat but finger licking good.
Then it's bathtime for the kids before settling down to watch Jr Masterchef. I cried last night. I'm going for Jack and Hugo and Elsa are going for Isabella. Jack comes to our stall and buys cakes. I asked him if our chocolate cake was as good as Donna Hay's. He said "Better!" Such a lovely young man. And that's another reason why I love the markets.