I cycled to yoga this morning, via Kawana Waters Farmers Market, only to discover classes don’t recommence until 14 January. It wasn’t a wasted venture as the market stalls groaned with fresh produce.
In search of inspiration, my eyes darted left and right, searching out ingredients I’ve never cooked with. Behold, a bunch of delicate baby beets, their crimson beauty evident beneath layers of dirt. A few stalls later, leggy Asian greens by the name of choi sum. With potential recipes swirling around my mind, I added both bunches to my collection.
Now, beetroots are hardy passengers but choi sum, clearly more accustomed to being chauffeured around than riding pillion on an up-cycled bicycle, complained the entire way home. I could hear him whimpering as his proud leaves drooped under the sun’s severe gaze. Peddling furiously, it was a race against time to get him home and rehydrated.