Last weekend we headed to Orange Grove markets as they are within ten minutes' drive of Mum's house early on a Saturday morning.
I love OG markets: the fresh fruit and veg range is astounding. Tons of organic goodies from at least a dozen sellers, and just about all is grown locally in the Sydney basin or within a couple of hours of Sydney. We have nothing quite like it close to where I live in western Sydney but I believe Castle Hill Farmers' Markets are pretty good. Most of the organic stuff is reasonably priced too; I got potatoes for close to what I pay for spuds in the supermarket.
And then there are meat sellers, pasta sellers, flower sellers, plant sellers, craft and clothing sellers and some excellent bakers and pastry chefs, fast (but good) food, and probably a few types of vendors I've left out. You can do your entire food shopping in this place. We did.
We came home laden with:
- Free range eggs
- Baby garlic with stems that look like leeks and bulbs you can use like spring onions
- Scotch pies
- Wagyu beef mince
- Grass fed hormone free bacon
- Fresh 3 mushrooms and walnut ravioli
- Fresh linguine
- Fresh napolitana sauce
- Fresh pesto, all from The Pasta Gallery. Damn, they make superb fresh pasta!
- A bunch of purple heirloom carrots
- A sourdough miche from Sonoma bakery
- Sweet Potato
- Baby Spinach leaves
- Baklava (mmmmm!)
- Chocolate Croissants (mmmmmmmmmmmm!)
- Swiss brown mushrooms
- A washed rind cheese and a cracking Aussie cheddar
And tonight: Wagyu beef with napolitana sauce, some more of that garlic, two violently violet carrots, and fresh linguine. I've sloshed some Tempranillo into the sauce to give it a bit more depth as it's not really a spag bol sauce per se. Like I said, a very posh spag bog. I feel a bit guilty about sacrificing the Wagyu but bugger it, it's mince. It's meant to be eaten.
It's amazing how much good, organic food can make you feel rich at heart, luxe to the core. Cooking and eating this stuff I feel like a millionaire. There is truly a wealth of difference in, for example, the sourdough miche compared to the bread you can buy around my area. And the fresh linguine we are having tonight - well, Latina and you other fresh pasta people, you could learn from this guy. It is truly silken.
I live in a wee house in a cheap part of town. Opposite me is a KFC where people have fights in the car park on Saturday nights. The Police helicopter is a regular visitor overhead at weekends. My view is other people's roofs or windows, with trees studding the skyline. It's hot and dusty and humid and vile in summer. It's noisy. There is always litter and broken glass in the lane outside my house. But eating good food makes me feel like a queen.
If I'm down to my last dollar, I'll spend it on good grub.