Monday, June 28, 2010
One of the things I like about Sundays is that I get to go to the organic market that sets up shop a few minutes away from where I live.
First stop, the veggie and fruit stall to get our week's supply of greens
A few steps away are the fruit stalls
where I fill up my market bag with these sweet, golden ripe mangoes
and pick up a few green ones - tart but yummy made into a salad with fresh tomatoes, onions and a splash of fish sauce and eaten with grilled fish.
A quick browse through the section selling plants refreshes me despite the hot, humid weather.
There were stalls selling vintage items like this little teacup --
Woven baskets and colorful capiz windchimes made a pretty picture grouped together
I was delighted to find a stall that sold bags made out of flour sacks -- I had been searching for these for the longest time and I could not resist purchasing a couple
These bottles contain fermented fish and fillets of milkfish drowned in olive oil.
A trip to the organic market would never be complete without the purchase of the "contraband" --- pork rinds deep fried to a crisp, a thick layer of fat still clinging to the skin and plump garlic sausages from Vigan (a town in the northern part of the province of Ilocos). My mother would have a hard time hiding this from my dad.
We pass on the dried fish -- but the display was so pretty I could not resist snapping a photo
A search for my hubby found me in the area where the food stalls are set up, a sheepish grin on his face, a plate of freshly grilled tuna belly and garlic rice set before him.
And that is one thing I like about Sundays.