The last couple of Saturdays I've been going to the closest farmer's market, in Newmarket Square, off Cork Street (in Dublin, Ireland, for my international readers). The walk down isn't the most beautiful, nor health-giving, being one of the biggest main roads in Dublin. But I content myself with the knowledge that this road, one of the 5 arterial roads of Dublin, runs along the same lines as the pre- Christian Slighe Dala route, which connected the magical hill of Tara with parts of Ireland. Imagining myself as the legendary princess Niamh Chinn Oir, I pass over the canal:
Which is still lovely, even in winter. Then down Cork Street, past this ruin, where I always imagine the many women who lived and loved in those rooms, tending those fires, feeding their babies.
And arrive at the hipster-haven which is the Green Door Market. Open a couple of years now I think, and home to coffee, crepes and organic meat and produce. I bought a chicken there which cost about as much as a pet would, but I carried its carcass lovingly home, resisted the urges to vomit/bury it and it fed my family for a week. First roasted, eaten hot and cold, then the carcass boiled as bone broth. Did you know there's a plastic bag of giblets up its bum? We didn't. The second week I went to the market I brought my wheeled shopping trolley, and it was a much better method of transportin' me vittles. (Sorry, started watching Poldark last night)
|The Green Door Market|
|The Dublin Food Co-op|
I love the cafe in the Food Co-op, there's a children's play area, where my baby was happy to leave the sling and suck on some plastic toys. I get a lovely falafel wrap from a stall holder and enjoy a cup of herbal tea. I also pick the brains of the poor herbalist on her stall, every week I've new questions and she answers them with grace. I swear by her tinctures too. There was a seisiun there a couple of weeks ago, four ladies playing whistles and accordions, which gave a lovely atmosphere. There are also an abundance of babies in slings and breastfeeding toddlers, so I feel right at home.
Then to the bus stop with my purchases:
|Chicken Licken, raw milk, celeriac, apples, salt and fennel among other things|
Is there a Farmer's market near you? What do you love to buy?