I’ve always loved markets – loved loved loved – and the rise of Farmer’s Markets in London brings me huge happiness. My local Farmer’s Market in Walthamstow is on Sundays in the town centre and I am down there most weeks, picking up bits and pieces for the week ahead.
Meal planning is not something I’m particularly good at but something I am determined to get better at, to save money and reduce my waste. And writing out my shopping list before heading out to the market definitely saves me pennies as it means I’m far less likely to come home with a delicious loaf of crusty bread and three fairy cakes for supper. (It’s happened).
I love the atmosphere around the market – there’s music, there’s tea and cake and the farmers are there, selling their wares, smiling, chatting… people become familiar, names are recalled and food favourites are remembered… “No tomatoes this week, love?”
I love shopping in this way and now look forward to Sundays even more… We meet friends in the market, we drink coffee, Isabelle gets to wave to all the people and smell all the smells… I love watching her taking it all in. So inquisitive. So interested. And equally fascinated by her own feet.
Farm to Fork in the middle of my city.