Our feet found their way to the top of the Borough Market stairs. We descended, expectant, into the courtyard surrounded by ancient walls where stallholders were making their first sales and unpacking their crates. I liked it immediately. The joyful spirit is not contrived- the sellers are truly laughing inside, and the customers are curious and giving. The sound of trains rambling loudly over the bridge above adds a sense of surreal drama. You feel as if you are caught in a dry thunderstorm, but with tasty morsels to sample all around you.
|Heavily laden with delectable treats|
|Juicy and nice! 1 pound a slice!|
And behold we did. We saw the first, powdery purple figs from
Europe. We saw vegetable treasures- Yellow courgettes and green ones in flower. We saw organic carrots in unimaginable colours. We saw heaps of eggs, and barrels of beer. We saw an array of olives and heartening flowers. We saw tiger tomatoes, green and ruby. Then yellow ones, tiny ones, organ- shaped ones. We saw cheese. We held out our palms for slithers to taste. We ate our way around in a manner that startled us at lunch time (our bellies were already full, you see). We nibbled biscuits, and cakes. We drunk the finest Darjeeling tea. We ate breakfast on the sidewalk- a cherry tart. Oh! It moved us to eat more, to taste more. To buy more ( I confess).
We saw outlandish creatures at the fish stall. Razor clams still breathing and fresh squid, their bulging eyes begging you to buy them. We saw truffles. I lifted the lid off the jar, inhaled the earthy scent.
|Breakfast as it should be on Market day|
|Superb fresh butter from Real France|
|A myriad of mushrooms from Turnip's|
|Pure and subtle first flush tea from tea2you|
|A tomato feast from Turnips|
|Stole my heart, the Cinnamon Tree Bakery did.|
My minor disappointments were Baxter’s cappuccino, a bit of over-pricing here and there, and a lack of local food ethos. Organic is everywhere (never have I tasted muesli as wholesomely delicious as Mini Magoo's,) but except for a few British Berry punnets and some noteworthy butcher stalls, there were a lot of things unseasonable and imported at high cost. Those figs were gorgeous, but I felt too guilty to buy them. Anyway, they will taste better when they are ready.
|Not-sickly-sweet bakalava from Cranberry's|
|The great thunk of my fave Callebaut that I got from Chocolicious|
|" I'm Sweet enough Turkish" Taste of Turkey|
Borough Market is a feast.
|Our wonderful lunch from La Tua Pasta|
Borough market is open on Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays. I recommend getting there by 10 . See more at the official website