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To market, to market

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WHEN I was a time-pressed, city-commuting desk slave, squeezing the weekly shop into a packed schedule was always a challenge.

That is, until the advent of the City Farmers Market. From then on Wednesdays became the day when I could look forward to a delectably different lunch and stock up on a week’s supply of fresh, seasonal and nutritious goodies. Since retiring I have missed this weekly indulgence so it was time to treat myself again – especially before the asparagus season ended.

The Queen Street Market outside the Treasury Casino, one of four popular Brisbane farmers’ markets run by local identity and “foodie” Jan Power, is part of an ever-expanding movement bringing produce growers face-to-face with their urban customers. Apart from showcasing the productive capacity of our primary producers the range of offerings reflects our increasingly multicultural society.Alongside the farm fresh fruit and veg, nuts, eggs, fresh juices, ginger beer, popcorn, honey, biscuits, bagels, cakes, fresh pasta, hot smoked salmon, meat, seafood, Italian small goods and fresh flowers the hungry market goer can feast on pocket bread sandwiches, Turkish rolls and sweets, Vietnamese salads and sandwiches, French patisseries, Spanish paella, German sausages, German bread, Cornish pasties ….. and be entertained by a selection of buskers.

 

IMG_0473Country meets city.

IMG_0448Fancy a felafel pocket bread for lunch?

IMG_0450Supporting local farmers.

IMG_0452Music to shop by.

IMG_0458Raspberries fresh from the farm.

IMG_0461Yay! … Asparagus season.

IMG_0463Yes, please.

As much as I love these markets I do envy cities such as Melbourne and Adelaide – and so many others around the world – which have permanent city markets right in the middle of the action. It’s always a delight when visiting Melbourne to include an excursion to Prahran, or the Victoria Markets, or if in Adelaide to their city market. Or Tsukiju Fish Markets in Tokyo. Not to mention those in Paris.

I wonder had our own Roma Street Markets not moved to Rocklea in 1964 if we would be enjoying a permanent vibrant foodie paradise right in the centre of our own city?

roma street marketsThe old Roma Street Market in the 1930s. What a wonderful city farmers’ market the old brick building would have made.

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Author: technanna

I grew up in western Queensland, worked as a newspaper and television journalist, public relations and public affairs officer and freelance correspondent in Australia, the UK, Japan and Saudi Arabia. I have three grown children and two grandchildren. I am retired, but work to keep the brain and body fit, and to stay marginally in touch in our ever-changing technological environment.

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