A rather romantic stroll in the market

I have an idealistic view of the culinary world that thankfully I can spend all I want (and all day in my head) where I visit romantic European outdoor markets and country stalls in my dreams.

The idea of fresh fruit, veggies, bread and pastries, wandering the many stalls crammed with cheeses and colourful fresh flowers.

I have luckily been to an actual few over the years – Rome being among my favourite; dried herbs patted around the outdoor tents, strands of egg pasta, plastic crates packed to the high with glossy vegetables.

The fresh look of produce, the passion and drive of stall holders in their many and the array of choice is a novelty I don’t feel I have locally to me.

If only Rome could come to Luton!

Share with us what your market dream would be and I will gladly keep the dream alive…

When in Rome…

I went to Rome for earlier this year, for the first time since I was five. And I can safely say I had a much better appreciation for the culture, sights, smells and sounds then I did back in 87′.

And my word, did I fall for Italian food like no one’s business. Now I will go to a Pizza Express like any other person, but pizza in the Piazza Navona, cannot express enough the perfection in the ingredients, tastes, service (impeccable) and just the focus on it being genuine. Pizza and pasta in Italy is the only way and how it always should be.

Here are some photos of what I can only describe as the best outdoor open market at Campo de Fiori, fresh, full, heaving and so cheap.

If you find a market like this, grab it with both hands; ensure you have bought with you sufficient space (such a massive car) and an abundant, giving suitcase and pack, pack, pack!

The herbs we bought at about €2 a bag, have kept us going since March.