We are on the border of Cork and Waterford, which presents us with a little problem, as they are, by convention, rivals. We went to Dungarvan farmers market today, which is small but perfect and quite a bit closer to us than Mahon Point. We made the mistake of taking some red Up Cork shopping bags, which earned us several dirty looks. We should have had some alternative blue and white Up The Decies ones instead. (Decies, pronounced Dey-sha, is the name of the ancient people of Waterford). I think Up The Decies sounds like a euphemism, but I am assured it isn’t.
Anyway, what the market lacks in size it makes up for in quality. O’Driscoll’s fish stall, which is also at Midleton and Mahon Point, had its characteristic queue. There was Barron’s bread and the vegetable stall run by Siobhan La Touche who honestly has some of the best-looking organic produce I’ve ever seen anywhere. Also, most of the stalls are run by people who actually look like farmers, rather than hapless morons from the early rounds of The Apprentice.
The result was a Waterford supper: fresh crab claws with garlic mayonnaise, followed by fried black sole, Ballycotton Queen potatoes from Willie Scannell and green beans from Siobhan’s stall. I’ve also made a granita with a punnet of sweet Wexford strawberries; the troops are getting restless so I’d better go and get it out of the freezer.