Bridget Jones went to the Borough Market. We did too. On Saturday morning in London we dived out of our cell-like beds, bounded onto a bus, and headed out to Borough, not far from London Bridge.
And I swear, I will never miss an opportunity to go again. This market, to this point in time, is the best farmer’s market I have been to. Anywhere.
The black truffles (Tuber uncinatum vite) were prepped like manicured petit fours: I have no idea what they were rolled in to enhance their appearance, if anything, but it did nary a thing to detract from their flavour, which was divine. At £58 per 100g they were worth it at double the price!
A rare pecorino from Oristano, West Sardina, was on offer that morning for nearly £60 per 100g: its price reflective of its tiny production. Unbelievably scrumptious. We bought a goodly chunk to go with a fine Aussie wine we were taking to lunch with some newly found relatives we’ve found on Ancestry.
In blinding sun, with the radio promising one of the finest summers England has to offer ahead of us, we took the tube to meet two new faces who are now firmly imprinted on to my family tree.
Cheese, wine, chocolate and gorgeous company: what more can one ask! London is so lovely in the sun.
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