(My) Photo of the day

Saturday morning in Hobart and where else is there to be? All roads lead to Salamanca Market!

I've also included a pic of (some) of the goodies that we scored.

Presented by the lovely Henry doing his best Delvine Delany impression, you can see a tub of blueberries (nearly gone by the time that I posted this), brussel sprouts, beans, leeks (eaten), spring onions, gruyere cheese (half gone) and four pairs of pears (a couple already devoured). The Pears are of the illustrious (and organic) Steenholdt farm. I have it on good authority and without any hyperbole that Steenholdt pears are the greatest pears to have ever been graced the planet Earth.

Unfortunately for the photograph, the five olliebollens that we also purchased did not survive the trip home. We shall say a prayer tonight for them.

Comments

EG CameraGirl said…

Very fruitful trip to market, Kris. I must find out if Steenholdt pears are available here. Hmmmm. What's an olliebollen?

13 April 2008 at 01:01

Anonymous said…

We have a market here in Cleveland OH where meat and produce are plentiful.

Those pears do look really good. I happen to like pears a lot.

13 April 2008 at 03:01

Jilly said…

Lovely to see the photograph of Salamanca market. I used to go there every Saturday during the three years I lived in Hobart. I knew an artist, a leatherworker, paintings in leather, almost - called Roy. I wonder if he's still there?

13 April 2008 at 04:16

Ann (MobayDP) said…

lol. Rest in Peace dear olliebollens.

I wish I could reach into the screen and snatch one of those pears! :)

13 April 2008 at 04:47

Kris McCracken said…

Oliebollen are a sort of dutch donut (literally oil balls), and generally the dough is made from flour, eggs, yeast, some salt, milk, baking powder, raisins, apple pieces and lemon zest.

Here is
a recipe with a picture.umsy

13 April 2008 at 06:48

Anonymous said…

Steenholdt pears are indeed the best pears you'll find. You should try their apples!! ;)

13 April 2008 at 11:53

Anonymous said…

That is a great photo of Henry by the way. He looks very pleased with himself!

13 April 2008 at 11:54

Kris McCracken said…

I'm waiting for the Steenholdt's to expand into pineapples and mangoes.

Come on global warming, pull yer socks up!

13 April 2008 at 16:36

Kris McCracken said…

I'm not sure on Roy the leatherworker, I'll ask around.

13 April 2008 at 16:36

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Here I have tried my hand at the homemade sepia-toned photo. I wasn’t happy with the way that the sun had washed out some of the colours in the original, so had a bit of a fiddle because I like the look on Henry’s face, and didn’t want to pass on posting it. I have a tip for those of you burdened with the great, unceasing weight of parenthood. I have a new recipe, in the vein of the quick microwaved chocolate cake . Get this, microwaved potato chips . I gave them a run on Sunday, Henry liked the so much I did it again last night. Tonight, I shall be experimenting with sweet potato. I think that the ground is open for me to exploit opportunities in the swede, turnip, carrot and maybe even explore in the area of pumpkins. Radical, I know. I’m a boundary-pusher by nature. It's pretty simple, take the potato. Slice it thinly (it doesn't have to be too thin, but thin enough). Lay the slices on the microwave plate, whack a bit of salt over the top and nuke the buggers for five minut

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