Sunday, 11 June 2017

The little red trolley

Even educational books!
It’s taken me a while to write this blog. Life has been busy—work and study and kinesiology practise and family things and dare I say tiredness. I’ve been a bit off lately. I just don’t have my usual zing but after a trip to the naturopath and chiro and then a bit of self-diagnosis and supplement prescribing I’m sure I’ll be back playing at full throttle. I have to be to keep up with Fiz!
Yandina markets, Saturday morning, were worth the early start. It was a beautiful day—perfect for outdoor shopping.
The meeting place
I love a mud free market! I planned to meet Fiz in front of the jumping castle at the entrance and she was waiting when I arrived—retro shopping trolley in tow—so Fiz!  And no—we didn’t make a quick detour for a secret jump. You know those things are for kids!!
Just enough people were out and about to make the jaunt interesting without being uncomfortable. I’m a devoted people watcher but get impatient and frustrated in larger crowds if I can’t get to where I want to go, when I want to go there. It didn’t matter anyway—before long Fiz and I were deep in conversation, oblivious to whom or what was around us.  Not far into the maize of loaded stalls we decided to drop by the coffee van for a quick take-away to wake and warm us as we sauntered along.
Quick it was not. Instead it was a lengthy wait, in a que, shuffling slowly, drawn to the aroma of freshly ground coffee beans. And the coffee was good—worth the wait. Small talk with a local also broke the boredom. He had come prepared with his own mug in hand ready to be filled—three shots—thanks.  After waiting patiently, it was a little disappointing when the barista showed his irritation with a scowl and brusque retort when Fiz and I asked to pay separately. I had come cash unprepared so Fiz shouted returning the barista to his happy pretense.
We took our time, picking up random items that caught our attention. Mostly we replaced them and moved on but occasionally we found things that couldn’t easily be put down. They begged a closer inspection and subsequent discussion and evaluation. Fiz was definitely a veteran at this market thing. We hunted out the olive man and the bread man and the book lady. Fiz’s little red trolley steadily filled—fresh veges and herbs and another bird of paradise for the garden. Even a white wrought iron folding screen and a cane three-piece dining setting were considered. If it couldn’t fit in the trolley I had the truck!
But wait, something was glittering—a gold bag at first but then way in the back—it drew us in and kept us loitering, obvious menaces to the stall holder as we pulled and tugged and looked and tried. Should I, no, yes, no, well maybe, I think I saw this last time.  Try it on Fiz. It was perfect and it looked great. No need for wrapping, it was not coming off. Another great score!
I chose some herbs, dill and parsley, to replace the ones previously lost to herb heaven
either from lack of water or drowning. At times I just can’t get the water thing right! The bright red tomatoes were irresistible so too the flat field mushrooms as I filled my floral shopping bag (not the most stylish but very useful). In also went a loaf of organic spelt sourdough and then the bomb—delicious, mouth-watering, delectable, almond croissants. No, not gluten free! Instead, they were glutinous, and sweet and loaded with butter—so delicious, especially with coffee. Fiz made a concerted effort to steer clear of the kale. I’ve asked her before why she dislikes it so much—after all it’s never done anything to her!  
Ready for brekky we headed across the road from the markets to Cafe invigor8 and settled at a secluded table in the quaint courtyard. Still talking, we had to interrupt each other with reminders to stay focused on the menu—there was so much deliciousness to consider. Our selection was scrumptious—homemade baked beans and mushrooms, spinach and Turkish bread.
After brekky we headed home … our catch ups down to once a week—so much updating to do and important things to deliberate.


There is something about these mild winter days that puts me in mind to garden—or maybe everything is so over-run or dead around my place that it has become an imperative. I definitely needed to rejuvenate my herb pots. And what better place to buy some plants than the Yandina markets … and what a great opportunity to stock up on some superior olives, my favourite fruit loaf, and some decent second-hand books.
Obviously, the Yandina markets is where I needed to go on Saturday morning … and so good that Naz could go too. She hadn’t been before and I hadn’t been there for ages, and I hoped that they wouldn’t disappoint.
Naz and I arranged to meet there … though Naz pointed out that ‘there’ was perhaps too vague, considering our recent experience of trying and failing to meet up in Tokyo. But Yandina is a small country town and their markets are modest, and just to make it easy there was a jumping castle at the entrance: meeting up was a cinch.
But Naz didn’t quite hide her bemused expression when she saw me trailing my red shopping trolley. It’s an old red metal contraption that allows serious market shopping and which I like to think signals that I’m in the know rather than shouting old lady (and please don’t disabuse me Naz!).  
Anyway, I was soon filling it up with pots of healthy herbs (5 for $10), a fabulous fern, the fruit loaf, and not only olives but gnocchi and white anchovies too. The book seller remembered me and recommended The Lizard Cage by Karen Connelly—a book about a prisoner in Myanmar that is beautifully written but tough to read. I also grabbed a book of short stories by Alice Munro. I find her writing rather depressing which wasn’t helpful in a week filled with mishaps. I’m in need of a fun read! My friend has recommended No, I don’t want to join a book club by Virginia Ironside. As it is my turn to choose the book for my book club to read, it sounds perfect!
See you later alligators