Farmer's Market

Saturday mornings, there is a farmer's market in the parking lot behind Britomart.  (Britomart is, for non-Auckland residents, the public transportation hub and the origin point of buses, trains, and ferries.)

It's quite small by southern California standards, but still very nice.  There were probably 25 vendors, and a live band playing to set the mood.  We bought 5 kilos of apples (the nice apple man gave Amiri a tiny apple for his very own), a cauliflower, some carrots, potatoes, a red bell pepper (aka capiscum, here), and the best pita breads I've had since my mom's. 

It was also a fresh-baked treat bonanza.  We had some Lebanese goodies in phyllo dough.  One was potato and feta, deep-fried, and the other was spinach, onion, and feta baked with a sesame seed topping.  So good.  The feta is creamier here, less salty, and less tangy.  The nice baked-good man gave Amiri some Turkish Delight to try.  We later got him some Nutella-stuffed bread and he was really happy.  We also couldn't pass up a langos, a simple piece of fried dough dusted with garlic salt.  It was surely a cardiovascular disaster, so crispy and oily, but definitely satisfied the craving for fat that all this healthy eating we've been doing has induced.

Amiri played on a rocking horse that someone had set up, exclaimed over the doggies and the pigeons ("Pi-joo-buhds!"), and was a big helper, carrying the capiscum for Mama.  Arram looked and looked, put his foot in his mouth, and fell asleep in his basket halfway through the trip.