“Yeah, nah, bro: that other place had Kumara for 3.50 a kilogram this dude’s hustling us for 3.99”
(Kumara is sweet potato)
We circle around the crowded farmers market: it’s about 8 am on a sunday morning and like most mornings in Wellington, the wind blows through the harbour with vigour- the lettuce and other leafy greens wave in the wind like flags.
Bryan and I scrutinize each vendor’s produce, seeking the best price, the best crop, taking our time to ensure we leave the weekly market with enough hearty food to keep ourselves alive for the week. We bounce around like a pinball, shaving off a dollar here on red peppers (called ‘capsicum’ in NZ) or stumbling upon the bargain spinach for a buck.
The beauty is we’re in no rush. As Bryan says “all we have is time.” We weave in between each small table, the sound of a busker playing bluesy electric guitar ringing out over the howling wind.
Before long we’re packed to the brim with vegetables, fruits- full of vibrant colours and waxy skins; perfectly dirt-dusted, their plant cell walls packed to the brim with water- healthy food waiting for the touch of human hands.
We’ve never been so ready to cook, or to eat.
It’s these simple pleasures, the “foraging” of food, that have shown us a greater appreciation for the little things. The true essentials to life.
Cheers!
-Kevin & Bryan
(Kumara is sweet potato)
We circle around the crowded farmers market: it’s about 8 am on a sunday morning and like most mornings in Wellington, the wind blows through the harbour with vigour- the lettuce and other leafy greens wave in the wind like flags.
Bryan and I scrutinize each vendor’s produce, seeking the best price, the best crop, taking our time to ensure we leave the weekly market with enough hearty food to keep ourselves alive for the week. We bounce around like a pinball, shaving off a dollar here on red peppers (called ‘capsicum’ in NZ) or stumbling upon the bargain spinach for a buck.
The beauty is we’re in no rush. As Bryan says “all we have is time.” We weave in between each small table, the sound of a busker playing bluesy electric guitar ringing out over the howling wind.
Before long we’re packed to the brim with vegetables, fruits- full of vibrant colours and waxy skins; perfectly dirt-dusted, their plant cell walls packed to the brim with water- healthy food waiting for the touch of human hands.
We’ve never been so ready to cook, or to eat.
It’s these simple pleasures, the “foraging” of food, that have shown us a greater appreciation for the little things. The true essentials to life.
Cheers!
-Kevin & Bryan