The Pyrmont Growers Market

Pyrmont Bay Park opposite Star City Casino

First Saturday of Every Month
7am - 11am

What better way to start off a food blag with the ultimate in foodisity? 'TWAS A GROWERS MARKET.

This place is one that encapsulates the quality of Australian produce, the inventiveness of local inspiration combined with the fortune we have of multiethnic influence, and the sheer chutzpah of "because we can OKAY?" (seriously: caramelised onion and chilli jam!? omfg). With an almost provincial feel (ruined a little by the glitz of the building opposite and Sydney's tendency towards modernity *sigh*), the stalls that were visited - twice, maybe three times over - and picked over by the crowd kept a previously unfilled stomach and tired-this-is-way-too-goddamn-early eyes completely sated.

What an overload of sensory experience. Stand-outs included the oils and vinegars from Pukara Estate (yeah, that girl was kind of cute), the fudge from Bowral (don't usually like fudge!), the oozing amounts of honey (with such unique flavours and pairings: coriander honey!? almost like selecting a fine wine or cheese!!), and a lamb rissole to absolutely die for (it melted so beautifully in my mouth...it was about THYME). Also: samples are the new awesome.

And so came my undoing. Having a terrible weakness for food of the delicious kind, I decided to spend 80% of my weeks earnings, which I had only acquired the day before, as I excitedly jumped around to various stalls that had grabbed me on my previous visits. Lemon butter and passionfruit butter ("as if you can pass up a two dollar saving!?!111!!" or so my excuse goes), a fruit loaf THAT HAD WHOLE DRIED FIGS AND ALMONDS AND DRIED APRICOTS and who knows what other kinds of magical ingredients, chèvre fetta marinated in chilli and garlic (my salads are going to be amazing), honey spiced dry-roasted hazelnuts form Mudgee, and a velvety-rich brownie at a chocolate store, of which I forget the name of. Oh dear, what a shame - I may just have to go back next month to check out what it's assumed signage was.

So it goes.