What turns you on? What gets you really excited to the point that you sigh, smile and feel all fuzzy inside?
Vegetables get me, I’m bloody serious mind!
Especially the lovely piles of fresh veggies at my local market, man they make me happy!
Of course Bradley Cooper comes a close second, with a chilled glass of Sauvignon Blanc hot on his sexy tail for third place.
Naturally there are other more intimate things that rev my engine too (ahem) but my mother might read this and shout at me, so I’m sticking to the veggies.
I’ve written about Canarian markets before and you can read that post right here, theres’ something both soothing and frantic about them and I just bloody love them.
They’re busy, loud, exciting and you get called ‘Guapa’, which means beautiful in Spanish, by all the traders, which feels great as I stand there in my scruffy leggings, Weetabix sploged top and un-manicured nails.
This is the kind of shopping I do straight after the school-run, it’s my release after the chaos of the daily morning madness in my gaff, it requires no make-up, no high heels and, more often than not, no bra.
Of course I always buy too much.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve bought home bundles of artichokes even though the preparation of them scares me shitless and I don’t really think I like them.
And I can never resist that extra kilo of oranges as the toothless delivery guy wiggles them at me and asks if I’d “Like a suck, they’re really juicy!” I buy part out of embarrasment and part to avoid him jamming another quarter of dripping orange into my hand.
I can’t cope with eating my oranges in this fashion, I like my orange on a plate, with a knife and a tissue. I can never rip the flesh off properly so I stand there with the whole piece rammed into my gob, smiling my orange peel smile like an fruity-toothed buffoon, with pith stuck in my teeth and juice dribbling down my chin!
JUST GIMME THE DAMN EXTRA KILO HOMBRE FFS!
But my passion for potatoes began a long time ago.
I remember, pre kids, getting all animated about a box of new potatoes and exclaiming to a friend, “Oh my god, how bloody gorgeous are these!” she looked at me dumbfounded and said, “Sarah, they’re f**king spuds, are you for real?”
Yes I was for real, I was 20 years old, but even then I adored the look of good produce. Food was and still is damn sexy in my eyes. And, yes I love shoes, fancy bras, pretty dresses and new perfume but take me to an amazing market, throw in a couple of cocky stallholders and someone to cart my kilos of grub home for me and you’ll hear me sigh.
So to further feed my addiction I captured some veggie porn images at this weeks market.
Go on… admit it, you’re diggin’ my root vegetables ain’t cha?
And just one more pic for all you non-believers out there.
What gets you excited in the foody world, drop me a message in the comments below?
All comments duly appreciated and probably eaten with relish! x Mwah x