So this morning Dad woke me up by calling at 8:30. It’s SUNDAY. What sick person calls someone at 8:30 on a Sunday morning? It must be one of those parental ‘you made me suffer while you were growing up so now I will inflict pain on you’ things.

Anyway, I forgave him cause he was calling to ask if we would like to accompany them to the Farmers Market at Alexandra Park. Sure, we like food. We’ve only been in Auckland for 6 years and completely failed to go to any markets, so it’s probably about time.

I briefly considered taking my camera and getting interesting photos, but eh. I didn’t feel like asking people if they’d mind, or explaining that it was for rambling intarweb writing purposes. It’s Sunday! Let’s be apathetic!

Apparently the market isn’t at its busiest currently, which is kind of obvious. There’s like… baked thingy places and fruit and vege places, and meat and cheese places, and honey and jam places, and not so interesting not-food places. But there could be MORE! MORE FOODS!

Dad and Diane picked up some Maori spudatoes and a selection of cheeses from Dad’s home town. Which is Waharoa, aka The Place Nobody Has Ever Heard Of. We gots some bacons. Just bacons. See the bacons? You can’t go wrong with bacons. Then we all grabbed pastries and waited approximately one gazillion years for coffees, while the guy at the coffee van made everything at the speed of extreme slowness – one coffee at a time.

Diane had an apple danish thingy, Dad had pain au raisins (BLECH, WHY?! It is an evil-filled spiral of wrong), and Sam and I split a jam donut and a croissant aux amandes. Our croissanty deal was quite nice, but I thought a little ruined by the addition of too much almond essence. The thing is like… full of almonds and almond paste. If it doesn’t taste almondy without artificial boosters, why bother? I HAVE OPINIONS! The donut was spherical deep-fried sugar-rolled awesomeness, but not nearly as good as the ones mother used to make. Of course, donuts greatly benefit from being eaten stonking fresh and warm, so what can you do.

On the way out we randomly bumped into Melissa Kim Schultz and apparently convinced her to buy beetroot juice. Which I think is fairly low on my list of things ever to try in juiced form. I mean, we warned her about the coffee wait, but that’s not the same as saying OMG, BUY NEON PINK VEGE JUICE! I think.

We detoured through Foodtown, which is functional but never exciting, then took the back roads to our place. We were pootling down Lunn Ave and decided to drop into Farro Fresh, which is a fairly awesome place to spend loooooooots of money. Diane had never been before, but we’d gone a while back and <3′d it (we think it has an edge over Nosh, which we didn’t find too exciting despite being more hyped). It’s within walking distance from home, and you can walk back via Wendy’s. Which is just awesome after you’ve spent a lot of money buying expensive organic or artisan foods.

We came out with more frozen ready to bake croissants, a lil lamby rolly loin roast jobby, and an exciting looking heat & eat focaccia smothered in pesto butter. MMM buttery goodness. Also picked up some peppermint tea for me, because I love it and it was a treat to buy actual leaf tea in a tin and not cardboard boxed baggy delights from the supermarket. Sam doesn’t like peppermint tea because he’s British. Or something. Dad and Diane got lamb! Dad is to be encouraged when he buys lamb legs, because they are awesome spit roasted.

We all passed on the $45 Wagyu steak though. There’s liking food, and there’s being an insane person with Too Much Money.

So that was Sunday morning. Now I need to go have a wee nap, cause for some crazy reason I’m really tired. I wonder why that might be.