Going to the market, especially the kind that's a foodie's dream come true, is both torture, pleasure and sometimes in means of stress. Stress only because I decided to go on the upmost busiest day of the week. Saturday. This place on a saturday is more tightly packed then a tin of Italian sardines. Seriously. I found myself trying to squeeze into getting a look at anything took effort and patience. 'I just need that goat cheese....right...ugh..there!' All I could do was find an open hole, reach my hand in and hope for the best.
Torture, well I wanted many things. Walking around the city and the train ride home didn't really work very well with perishables.
It was also my mom's birthday on the weekend and more then anything she just wanted a simple banana loaf, no cake, just the loaf, and that's exactly what I made her.
In all the pleasure I got with eyeing up some serious good looking eats I managed to bring back these delights (above), with that I induced this random veg photograph session.