Sunday Morning Market

The morning was cold and sunny and I woke up to CB prodding me unceremoniously out of bed at 6am. I’m pretty notoriously hard to get out of bed.. in fact most members of my family refuse to do it. I have a sleep secretary, who swears and throws dictionaries, ya know the usual “silly grumpy morning” kind of hijinx. Anyway, CB managed to do it because WE ARE GOING TO THE MARKET! Yay! I haven’t had a sunday off in a while so I’m very excited to get there and see what kind of first of the season summer veg is out! Really I had one thought in mind.. strawberries. Mmmm.. Due to the flourescent green stink rays radiating from my pits I decided to bathe. I literally froze my tits off when I got out of the shower. Do you know how hard it is to sweep up shattered shards of ice-booby off a linoleum floor that early in the morning?? A fair few minutes. Why is it so sunny, but so cold! Why! I quickly swept my freshly destanked body into my VERY best Iron Man t-shirt and ran upstairs to find this!

Meatballs, AND AN OMELETTE! Ahhhh!!!!!!! Look how how sexy and steamy. Oh mama. Goddamn. So, so sex.

So every time we go to the market, I forget the camera. This time I remembered but it was so ridiculously windy, I didnt pull it out. Even to immortalize a particularly nice veggie stand piled high with green snap peas and the most glorious cauliflowers I’ve ever seen. CB was literally mesmerized by the loveliness of the stand, and I had to drag him off in search of potatoes.

Here’s our haul:

– 2 bunches of green onions so fresh their little onion toes still had dirt on them

– 4 pints of insanely sexy smelling strawbs

– oranges from Kerikeri that taste better than an orange popsicle

– some rosy pink rose apples

– a small bunch of baby red bananas (30 cents!)

– gorgeous artichokes tinged with purple

– thin stalks of dark green asparagus waiting to be slathered in butter or blue cheese

– A big ol head of broccoli

– thai peppers

– garlic

– so fresh and beautiful oyster mushrooms

– baby zucchinis

– new potatoes, both small and big baking spuds

All of that, for just over $30. Amazing. And a big black cast iron dutch oven that CB haggled like a champion over and we walked away with it for $25. Not too shabby.

I stood at the counter, dipping strawberries in the sugar jar and making little noises until CB requested a bowl of them, covered in milk, like his cousin Jen made him when he was a kid.

We sat on the couch sharing a bowl of summer together. I watched a Tui hopping around in the wind like a lunatic, and then we had a nap until 2 in the afternoon. Then we went for a long drive, shared a pile of chips and pop for lunch and drove all the way to Kumeu for strawberry ice cream..

Now I’m sitting in the kitchen, writing this and watching the Simpsons while Cb cooks up some chicken breast and sautees those thin spears of asparagus and soft white oyster mushrooms in butter. Oh yeah.. nice day off.


Author: Kara Lalalala

I write this blog for my family cause I am terrible at letters & emails.

2 thoughts on “Sunday Morning Market”

  1. Gorgeous haul and for $30? That’s a bargain. Worth the early rise. Meatballs for breakfast can’t hurt either. May I ask why you had to rise so early for the markets? They stay open all morning right?

    1. We go early because if we go late, to avoid getting accosted by old Chinese ladies. Early in the morning there’s no body there and I can trundle along at my snails pace and not get overwhelmed by a million elbows digging into my side. On nice days it gets so carazay!

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