One of the best things about Saturday morning is the farmers market in Bentley. Heaps of food stalls supplying breakfast and coffee for the masses, farm-fresh fruit and veg, preserves, potted plants, cheese and a raffle to raise money for the Old Boys at Clontarf.
My best-friend-Kes and I are heading there this morning for a kransky in a bun at the German food stand. I love their huge frying pan and the smells that emanate from within it. Kes wants to try the potato spiral on a stick. It looks like one long swirly potato chip. Last time I gorged on an almond croissant, a curry puff and a freshly squeezed juice.
I sound like the Very Hungry Caterpillar.