Sunday morning’s unseasonable blue skies (this is
I guess somewhat unsurprisingly, I have always been a huge fan of farmers’ markets. Not only do they allow people to sample and support (primarily) local produce, the social aspect of meeting and mingling with the producers and other consumers is beneficial for communities. Especially in a capitol city, it is wonderful to meet and befriend your neighbors in a setting as age-old as a food market. If you can make new friends while sampling honey-mustard crusted goat’s cheese, I think that’s pretty cool. Good stuff, right?
I never really considered myself a creature of habit, but I have developed a very specific routine for my visits to the School Yard Food Yard. Without fail, my first stop is the Ariosa Coffee stall for a large (and breathtakingly-delicious) latte. (We also happen to use Ariosa Coffee at the Cake Café, so I am lucky enough to imbibe the inky goodness on a daily basis. It’s a serious addiction, honestly.)
While sipping my liquid cure-all, I then meander over to The Sunday Jar: a cleverly-monikered stall run by my friend Marian, and her lovely partner, Caroline. They sell a delightful assortment of homemade jams and relishes. (For you non-Irish, going for “jars” is the same as going for pints. Going for “Sunday jars” is somewhat of an Irish institution.) F and M are hopelessly addicted to the strawberry jam. Personally, I am partial to both the gooseberry jam and the cucumber pickle. I usually spend the better part of 45 minutes parked on the bench behind their table - gossiping, drinking coffee, and generally making a nuisance of myself (probably.)
After a healthy dose of chitchat and scandal-swapping, I visit the rest of the stalls, eco-mom cloth tote bag in arm (I am, after all, a seasoned market attendee.) Depending on that week’s wages, I indulge either a little or a lot – but I always leave armed with some hummus from the Real Olive Company, and perhaps some handmade beetroot tagliatelle (from a very nice chap whose name escapes me.)
The market is held every Sunday, from to , rain or shine. With any luck, next Sunday my sleep-caked eyes will be opened to blue skies once again. For more information, visit: http://schoolyardfoodyard.com/ (Website to be updated soon.)