Borough market was both beautiful and bountiful this weekend. The last produce of summer (ripe peaches, lychees, fat tomatoes and countless ears of corn) sat alongside autumn’s finest pumpkins, gnarly squashes, and rosy red apples.
In fact, almost everything on Saturday seemed to straddle both summer and autumn. The weather flip flopped between cool and blustery, and warm and stuffy. We stopped to buy some juices as soon as we got to the market, and could choose between watermelon (which tasted like summer in a mouthful), apple and ginger (so autumnal, and so delicious), and hot spiced apple (is anything more wintery than hot spiced apple?).
Nothing delights me more than the changing of the seasons. It’s one of my favourite things about living in England. You hearing how great England is Tania? You’d best come back from your year out in Oz, or else! ;)
^^ Those chicken gyoza were killer. I’d go back for more any day of the week. ^^