To Market, To Market

One thing I miss about the mountains is the local farmers market. I used to love popping down there on a Saturday and coming back with all types of treats and fresh produce. The kids used to love to come with me because we would always run into friends, and there was always a good chance that they would come away with a treat too!

Since we have moved to the farm, I have been keen to go to the Old Bus Depot Market in Canberra (about an hour and a half away), so on Sunday we finally did. There was sooo many good things there, that we were quite overwhelmed. Once we got it together we had a great time trying all the different foods before we made our purchases.

I succumbed to the very pretty macrons and we tried a cherry chocolate, and white chocolate and salted caramel one - they were to die for. I have made macrons once before at work, and they were pretty good, so I think I might have another go sometime!

We bought cheese, fresh breads, German sausages (whose name I can neither pronounce nor remember), strawberries that were so sweet they were like a lolly, some obscenely expensive but gorgeous caramelised balsamic vinegar, Turkish pastries, and many other things I cannot even remember.

I eyed off bunches of jonquils, but they were gone by the time we came back. Country Boy told me that there are lots of them growing wild in a paddock, so he is under instructions to pick me a bunch this week. We looked at beautiful wall prints, and sweet hand made dresses that I wish were big enough for my girls. I may or may not have impulse purchased a little dress for my 2 year old niece.

After lunch we visited some friends before we drove back home. As we drove I thought how lucky we are; we may be 4 hours from my family, but we do have the advantages of having a major city not too far away.

Linking up with Jess for IBOT