We are in Adelaide, city of churches, beautiful, beautiful Adelaide.
I think I am in love, totally blissfully and unashamedly in love, I want to shout it out to the world,
Adelaide, I love you.
Yes, I know, we have only just arrived here, but here is why Adelaide has stolen my heart.
We are staying at West Beach which is about 9kms from the city. There is a bus stop right across the road into the city, but Hubbie thought he would drive and we could park out of the city and enjoy the walk in. Ummmm, we parked two blocks, yup, two blocks from Gouger Street, the address for the Adelaide Central Market.
My love has been confirmed. We got into the markets and what a sight before my eyes, here below is some of what we saw.
Nuts of all kinds. . . .
Cheese and more cheese. . . . . .
Sweets. . . . . . .
fresh produce. . . . .
coffee. . . .
olives, stuffed and not stuffed, with dips and spreads and cheeses,. . . . . .
tinkle the ivories anyone?
seedlings for your garden. . . . . .
bouquets to fill your home . . . . . . .
free city connector bus. . . . . yes, totally free. . . . . .
We did a lap up and down the aisles at the markets, then we bought ourselves a little trolley with wheels cause that's how everyone was getting around. Some trolleys had a child in them, but most of the trolleys had food in them.
We then did another lap and filled that little trolley to the brim. We have enough fruit and vege to last 3/4 days, we have meats, cheese, olives, salami's, sweeties, dutch licorice - yes!! double salted dutch licorice.
The wonderful thing about it all is that you can taste before you purchase the items, there are samples everywhere, and the boys were given so many treats by the stall holders, they just kept eating their way around the markets. It was packed, it was just crowded with people wearing beanies, boots, scarves, dresses, jeans, jackets, skirts, beards, bald, young, old, newborn and we even met George the rabbit who loves coming to the markets every weekend. I could not get enough here. It was fresh, it was local, it was Aussie, it was organic, it was chemical crap free, you could see it, smell it and taste it.
The fruit and vege stalls had men with very strong voices calling out their deals and the boys loved hearing them talk their sales up. Some of them were funny too. Then about 1.30pm come and all of a sudden there was a shift in the air, little tables were being brought out to the middle of the aisles and the discounting begun. oh what!! We had a trolley full of goodness and now they were discounting their produce, oh well we got a few bargains. It was so much fun.
The markets are closed on Sunday and Monday. Tuesday is known as Nanna Tuesday, Wednesday is usually the quietest day with not all the stalls open as alot of them are restocking from the farms that day, Friday and Saturday are the busiest days. This was told to me by one of the lovely stall holders.
On the menu for dinner was locally made sausages, with corn on the cob, baby carrots, zucchini, beans and sno peas. Kinda did make me a little homesick for our little local markets. Such a basic meal, but so full of flavour. We cooked it in the huge camp kitchen and the others that come in while we were eating, where vocally envious of our feast. We pointed them straight to the markets.
I am double posting again tonight, there is just too much for a single post, besides they all deserve their own space. Perhaps I should just talk less. . . . . . .
Thanks so much for stopping by my place today.
I hope you had a lovely day at your place and going by my computer, today is Sunday, so I wish you all a wonderful week.
Posted by Joyce. xx