A farmer’s market is held just up the road from my flat in South Kensington every Saturday from 9-2. I love farmer’s markets because the produce is fresh, the money is put into the hands of local growers, and the markets are simply aesthetically pleasing to my eyes. I couldn’t wait to check out one of London’s farmer’s market scenes.
I headed out this past Saturday to get the scoop on the Kensington market and to restock my fridge with some fresh produce as well.
The market was fairly small and brimming with customers. Like many of the areas within London, what the market lacked in size, it certainly made up for in diversity. Within the 10-12 stalls displayed on South Kensington’s Bute Street, one could find everything from gooseberries to cider to free range eggs. The produce all appeared vibrant with life, and I ended up journeying home with a fresh green head of broccoli and a bunch of orange, crisp carrots.
One of the main stars of the market though was the sausage. The smells of the savory spices sizzling in the oversized black iron pan emanated throughout the market. I don’t eat sausage, but I watched more than a handful of customers happily walk away from the market chowing down on a huge crusty roll filled with sweet fried onions atop two thick links of steaming juicy sausage.
I’m crunching on some delcious carrots as I type. Although next Saturday I think I might have to go for the apple pie.