Eating is really one of your indoor sports. You play three times a day, and it’s well worth while to make the game as pleasant as possible.
~ Dorothy Draper
When you eventually find a park and make your way across the carpark in response to your nose’s instructions, you will find:
People who truly love food and people, who are generous and lively even on the rainiest of weekends as they offer the work of their hands to us.
Non-uniform, healthy vegetables and herbs which all but scream “I am fresh and free of bad stuff!” That bunch of basil pictured above took my breath away with its scent… dare I say I’d much rather a boy give me a bouquet of basil than flowers! ;-)
Amazing baked goods – whoopie pies, almond croissants dusted with fairy magic (icing sugar), good sourdough, pull-apart bread which you can’t wait to get into your mouth.
An array of options for the hungry breakfast lover (everything from savoury tarts to French crepes and Spanish paella).
Fresh juice. ‘Nuff said.
Good cheese. See above.
Smiling shoppers. VERY telling… especially when you consider the number of miserable-looking people I have to squeeze with at a certain supermarket that I hate on many weekdays after work.
What can I say? We are tremendously fortunate in New Zealand to have the people, produce and markets that we do. One place I like in Auckland is La Cigale.