To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,
Home again, home again jiggety-jig.
Yesterday we went to a market to buy some cheese not a fat pig. We want to make Raclette, which is a traditional Swiss meal. To do this we need a special Swiss Raclet cheese. We know a Swiss cheese maker who sells at the weekend farmers markets, so we found out that he would be at the Mitchlton Markets this weekend. That meant a trip through town as Mitchelton is a northern suberb and we live in the south.
Blackwood St was blocked off and full of people buying fresh groceries. I wish we had markets closer to us.
BB found his Swiss friend Christian and they had a chat in their native tongue. We couldn't resist buying a few different varieties as well as the Raclette cheese.
Then we collected some fresh vegetables........
There were some colourful characters entertaining the crowd.
BB couldn't resist some home cooked cookies to go with his coffee.
Before going home we had lunch at Des Alps the Swiss Restaurant in the same street.
Up the driveway past the camelia trees in time for afternoon tea and cookies.