To Market To Market

I quivered when I saw that stack of brownies in its rich brown glory. The first bite induced an orgasmic Mmmmmm.

We spent hours at Borough Market.

It wasn't just the man's idea of heaven. I was fascinated by the colors, smells and sounds.

We ogled at all the fresh produce available and ate our way through many stalls. We hung around the stalls till I could identify more vegetables now! Ha! I know what's a parsnip!

We ate plenty of olives, slurped hot steaming fish soup and ate juicy berries. The tomatoes were so sweet, along with the mushrooms. There was this stall that sold great vegetarian burgers and another with authentic Greek dips. Ooh la la.

We bought a bunch of white asparagus and a bottle of figs balsamic glaze so that we could have it as a snack back at the hotel. As the man lovingly eyed everything at the market, we almost wanted to call the friends to cancel dinner and demand the use of their kitchen/s, just so that we could have an excuse to buy more stuff at the market! With such quality ingredients, the man was certain that he could whip up the best meal of his life. Heh.

The trip to Borough was also to check out the stuff that we want to buy and pack home. We'd have to come back with a trolley to grab all the stuff we want. We drooled over many beautiful bottles of balsamic vinegar and tubs of sea salt, fish paste for bouillabaisse, etc.

If the man decides to relocate here, I tell you, he'll be cooking non-stop. He might even be convinced to open that restaurant to see if he can sell anything to a fraction of the 9 million inhabitants in this city.