Oh Farmers Markets, how I adore thee. Whenever I plan to go someplace new, looking up if there are any local farmers markets usually happens before trying to find accommodation or taking time off work. I have loved every single farmers market I’ve been to especially because they’re all slightly different, yet so very similar. I find that you can gain an amazing sense of a community just by visiting their local farmers market and that’s I think what keeps me searching them out. And then there’s obviously the fresh, glorious produce. It sounds cliche to go on about ‘fresh produce’ because it seems to be the number one buzz word on any foodie show right now, but it’s a buzz word for a reason. You just can’t beat buying ingredients from the markets. I think it’s the variety + the prices + the freshness + buying from the people who grew/harvested/cooked whatever you’re buying that = farmers market appreciation. 

It’s one of those things I wish I did more often while at home considering we Sydney-siders are quite lucky with the number of markets around, if we’re willing to travel a little to get to them. 

We visited Eveleigh Farmers Market for the first time a little while ago and absolutely loved it. It’s undercover in this big shed-type feeling place and it’s crammed with some brilliant stalls selling prosciutto to portobello mushrooms to falafel. As is market tradition, we got coffee (there’s Toby’s Estate sold at the markets! The cherry on this already delicious sunday) and then wandered around looking at everything on offer. Unfortunately we arrived a little late, maybe around 1ish, and as the market starts at 8 a lot had already sold out, so I’d recommend getting there early. As an extra plus, the markets are on every saturday, so you don’t have to wait a month to experience this goodness, you can go this weekend!

Now go and get your enviro-friendly bags ready and your cookbooks out and get a-plannin’! Or be a little adventurous and don’t touch your cookbooks and just see what jumps out at you, you may be surprised (and quietly impressed) by what you whip up.

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