Our day at Covent Garden Market last week was so much fun! The other stall holders were friendly and welcoming, and we met some lovely people throughout the day. It was worth the holiday day, and worth all the trekking. I’ll leave you with a quick roundup and some photos now, and will come back to tell the story properly soon. I will also share the soda bread and cucumber pickle recipe as promised.
I learned a few things last week.
- Slicing 10 cucumbers by hand is a tedious task. Buy a food processor!
- 5.30am is very early, especially when you go to bed post pickling and slightly pickled at 1.30am.
- Don’t sandwich packets of butter between piping hot bread straight from the oven. Should you do this and carry it in a bag on your shoulder, it will leak on your shoes. And on the tube floor. And you may get startled by the sight of the yellow blood on your legs and let loose an expletive in front of some shocked elderly men. Elderly men of Turnpike Lane, I’m sorry!
- If the market manager says you have the keys for the fridge, it’s likely you do. Don’t tell him 3 times that you don’t, only to discover, when he has given up all hope, that they are in the bottom of your handbag. Sorry Ben!
- Always prepare for rain, just because you are Irish doesn’t mean you are impermeable (although I should be).
I learned some other things too:
- There are lots of lovely people in London, and I met a lot of them last Thursday. Thanks for coming by!
- I love food and I love cooking, but I get so much pleasure from other people enjoying it, much more than what I get from eating it myself.
- Frank Hederman is a star, and he makes phenomenal produce. Everyone loved it.
- Another star, Roberto from Bisol represents a fine, fine prosecco, and is great fun to boot.
- Denise from The Wine Sleuth is a fun stall partner, I haven’t laughed so much in ages.
- I love markets, and I loved having our little stall. The day flew, so much so, I hardly ate myself! As queen of the snack in the office, this was quite a shock, for me and everyone who knows me.
- Sneaky glasses of prosecco over the course of a day can result in spontaneous bouts of singing in the taxi on the way home. And you are the only one that will appreciate it.