Spotswood Farmers Market, Spotswood Primary School, Melbourne Rd, Spotswood.
Farmers markets have never been a regular thing for us, but we can see that changing as we enjoy a couple of hours at the Spotswood edition on a sunny Saturday.
Apart from fresh produce, preserves, bread, coffee and so on, we are most impressed with the range and quality of the food to eat right here and now that is available.
There’s kids and dogs of all sizes and descriptions, some live music, displays and many interesting things to see and experience.
Bennie just loves his popcorn chicken and sausage on a stick from Ghost Kitchen Taiwanese Street Food.
Ghost Kitchen also serves noodles and spring onion pancake, the latter for $7.
Sounds a bit steep, I opine.
I’m told they’re pretty much dinner plate size and are used as a wrap for various fillings.
One of those fillings is “Asian doughnut”, the mental picture of which has me furrowing my brow and Bennie cackling with glee.
The Ghost Kitchen folk tell me they’re a relatively new to the game and have even been trying a few music festivals, but the younger punters at such events are allegedly hard to feed, with the discussion usually going something along the following lines:
Ghost Kitchen: “Hello, how can I help you?”
Punter (eyes glazed, swaying slightly): “Water …”
Ghost Kitchen: “Cool! Interested in something to eat?”
Punter: “Water …”
And on like that …
I am most impressed with the work of a stall called Falafel People.
The falafels are quite coarse in texture but unoily and crispy and fresh.
The eggplant dip I sample is outstanding – smoky and lemony.
The hummus, not so good.
They’re not set up to deliver the platter spread I am familiar with after many visits to upper Sydney Rd, so I make do with a falafel wrap.
It’s a doozy – cucumber AND turnip pickles, good tabouleh and those falafel balls.
Bennie moves on to a cone of Timboon ice cream.
Salted caramel? Blimey – genius at work!
Then he has his sketch portrait drawn by David from St Marks Anglican Spotswood.
St Marks is also running a snag stall – $3 for Andrews sausages sounds pretty good to us, but by now we’re done with eating … until dinner time.
The Hobsons Bay City Band has me bopping – sort of – with a medley of Four Seasons hits.
On the way home, having decided as usual to make our way back to the car via back streets, we meet some new friends.
We are lured into a garage sale by a swell-looking lemonade stand.
Off to one side are a plethora of large, deeply green leaves.
Inquiring as to what they are, I express my surprise – despite being a food nut, I’ve never before laid eyes on fresh bay leaves, only ever having used the dried variety for cooking.
The lady of the garage sale house in turn expresses her surprise at my ignorance.
“I know you guys,” she says. “I follow your blog!”
This turns out to be Kristie, so we spend the next 10 minutes or so – while happily imbibing Ella’s Most Excellent Lemonade – discussing westie food topics at large, including the general uselessness of Williamstown and other subjects addressed too scathingly to go into here!