My next several posts will be about my adventures with Dr. Nellie...beginning with our trip to London's famed and beloved Borough Market.
I first became aware of this wonderland of food when I saw it on Ina Garten's London special during the holidays last year. Knowing I was headed there in the spring, I have pretty much been obsessed ever since.
The market is made up of of hundreds of vendors selling everything from piping hot Hunstman Pie...
to giant, steaming pots of paella...
to sweet and savory homemade marmalades...
to pastries that will make you want to cry...
and everything in between.
Walking around the market with a zillion of your closest friends takes some patience, but it's hard to really lose your cool when you realize that you are milling through this foodie mecca with your own people.
I mean, how can you fault someone for stopping in the middle of the isle because they just tasted the creamiest, richest cheese of their life? Or for taking 20 minutes in line ahead of you to decide which of the homemade truffles - dark, white, milk, cayenne, chai, strawberry... - is "the" one? I just don't think you can.
If I were an athlete, experiencing Borough Market would definitely be like winning the Superbowl or the World Series.
Dr. Nellie and I roamed and roamed, ogling at all the delights...then, suddenly, there it was: The Flour Station. This is the very vendor where the Barefoot Contessa herself purchased an unbelievably gooey, glistening sweet roll on her trip to Borough Market. I must have one.
I had stood where Ina had been. Happy, happy girl.
After a couple hours of exploring all the cracks and crevices of the market, we picked up some sandwiches and a glass of cold cider to wash them down (I literally watched them pour my cider straight from the cask!) and sat down to rest our feetsies for a bit before heading back to the flat.
Words cannot even begin to describe the swelling in my heart that Saturday morning. Sheer and utter thrill, complete amazement, crazy wonderment. I felt as if I had come home walking through the market bustling with people, smelling the aromas of the bounties of this earth (and some from grandma's kitchen) and truly savoring every moment.