Saturday, September 19
You can't eat it all
The atmosphere of Friday markets is dictated by music – buskers. Yesterday is was panpipes from a duo of Peruvian (Bolivian?) musicians. Given the Green Party had set out their stall (local election in the offing) the choice of minstrels seemed apt. Stopped by the barbers for my usual buzz cut and round of gossip. Excellent food at the homestead this week: braised skirt, flavoured with anchovies, onion and parsley; poached chicken and seasonal veg; Iberian ham and broad beans, griddled strips of courgette covered in creamy mozzarella cheese; sirloin steak and grilled heritage tomatoes; Irish stew (mutton chops); hake with green sauce. Those couple of pounds I gained last winter are proving difficult to shift.